I remember working on our dairy farm, riding to the barn on top of the loads of hay, driving tractor to bale hay for the first time when I was 8, bringing the cows to the barn with out dog Pal who was a great woodchuck dog (we got one almost every day). Later on when I got a 22 spending hours shooting chucks and things. Spent hours in the sugerbush gathering sap then sittng in the sugerhouse with my dad boiling it to maple syrup. I rember my dad almst dead after a farm accident and the miricle of his suvival. The peace marches on washington, equal rights marches on washinton. JFK got shot so did MLK and a lot of others. Friends got drafted and went to Vetnam and came back diffrent. Nixon resigned, gas got expensive, party hardy was the moto and though it all I never got the mini bike I wanted. Mom said they were too dangerous.