Back When My Hair Was Short

Back when I was growing up, children of all ages played together. Many of our moms could not drive, and we were too young to ride our bicycles very far.Ann Marie and her little brother lived just down the road from our house. I would go by their house and look at all the hunting dogs her dad had. In later years, her mom worked at the high school, and would sometimes give me a ride so I did not have to stand out in the cold waiting for the bus.My dad painted for the Naval Weapons Station during the day, then did other painting jobs at night and on Saturdays (NEVER on Sunday, that was for church) One day, a customer asked dad if I would like a "little car" that he had. So, a few nights later, we emptied our dad's work wagon and hauled it home.It was red and white, and as you can see in the picture, it REALLY was a little car. The engine was pretty well shot, so it was in the garage more than on the roads. In those days, we all rode mini-bikes and go-carts on the state roads, and nobody complained.I drove the car down to Ann Marie's and took her for a ride around the neighborhood. As you can see in the picture, my dog, "King" followed us all the way.Years later, it was Facebook that helped us re-connect. Good times