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Sharing an ice cream cone with, Ready, my dog.

Playing round-up with horny toads with my sisters. Mom would let us us food colours for brands (I always got stuck with green).

My robot Marx, loved it.

Playing "Secret Santa" with our babysitter.

Honest I remember Kennedy's state funeral, what struck me was the horse with the backward boots. That and my mother just saying over and over, "It's just so sad" and "That poor family".

Most my memories were pretty good, I grew up near a creek (Prime kid spot) with lots of kids around. The one really bad memory, the willow tree in the back yard, my mom used the branches for switches, ouch! To this day I will not own a willow tree.

We moved from that house when I was almost 5.