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Thursday, 07 June 2012

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My childhood summer memories are of swimming at the pool every day. The mayor of our town lived up the street from us and he built a huge pool across from his house. He let anyone on his street use it for free.
Love the rusty old clocks and really love the 'journals'? with the ladies on the covers. They look handmade.

My childhood summer memories are of swimming at the pool every day. The mayor of our town lived up the street from us and he built a huge pool across from his house. He let anyone on his street use it for free.
Love the rusty old clocks and really love the 'journals'? with the ladies on the covers. They look handmade.

I can't express how oddly thrilled I was to see so so so so many bikes in front of the school in that top photo.
So many levels of awesome, that kids still bike, that it's obviously a popular mode of transportation for those middle schoolers there, that there;s so many and kind of gives me the feeling it must be pretty safe there, that bikes can't be getting stolen too much or else they wouldn't have so many...I dunno. It's a happy photo.
I did a lot of biking in the summer when I was a youngin :D
We lived in a very rural area and unless we wanted to walk to the rive which took what felt like for agggggggggggggggggggges in hot, muggy summer heat, then we'd fly. Huh..that's a funny slip of the fingers, I meant to type "bike" but typed "fly" instead, cause that's what it felt like to bike from our house.
We had a long steep, gravel driveway and when you went down it on bike it was probably dangerous but you'd pick up speed, burst out in to the road area and then it was a gentle downhill for the most of the way to the river.
(Made going back home very hot, work, uphill...ack...lets not remember that bit, just the down hill bike flying.)
Good thing to know, when you live in a rural area and are biking down a sloped road at top speeds, probably at least 2 or 3 hundred km per hour (hahahaha) you can sing as loud as ya like cause...well...no one but trees and empty road to hear..er..and maybe some slightly harassed younger brothers, hahahahahaha

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