Launching off that bike ramp doing a flip and landing on my face.

we were apparently made of rubber

Entertaining ourselves outside because we didn’t have the most toys to play with inside.

No sodas, no junk food. Fruits and vegetables and plenty of

this might be our last meal

graces said before dinner.

we definitely were aware that we scraped by

But the folks had that business down the street, the mailing service with the post & parcel, pops also selling insurance.

We were maybe like lower middle-class during this period I’d guess.

That’s the last house they’d own until after I’d joined – and was kicked out of – the military.

Wait wait wait! We have a lot more memories to go before then.

Remember when

Mr. Micro-Wheels

flipped his mom off from out of sight downstairs ‘cause she wouldn’t let him play outside?

And how you said

“don’t off flip your mom”

and he got grounded?