Wow !!! You guys are old !!
Yes, we are. Thank you very much! We picked up discarded soda bottles along the roads to be exchanged for the $0.02 deposit on each at the 7-11. In a half hour and with a Red Ryder wagon full of deposit bottles you could get a real tummy ache in 16 oz. cola flavored Slurpies, Wrigley's chewing gum, Sugar Daddy's, Tootsie-roll pops, string licorice, and still have some change left over. Flavored shaved ice (Sno-Cone) was sold in the mobile concession stands that came to the beach every morning and left before the high tide. We took a piece of discarded plywood, cut the edges into a hexagon, and skim boarded the day away along the beach's low tide mark. When my sister wasn't watching, we 'appropriated' her shoe skate, disassembled it, nailed the pieces to the bottom of a 2 x 6, and became a part of the East Coast skateboard craze!
The 50's and 60's were a great time to be me as a kid. Not so great a time in the 60's for the older boys as I watched my older brother's friends graduate High School and leave via the Draft for war in Vietnam. I saw and heard the jets overhead practicing touch and go landings at the Naval Base for the all too soon carrier landings and sorties they would make over hostile territory. I fished and played the days away with my peers and friends, the children of the Air Force family renting the house across the lake, and suffer in my own way, as do they, ever since their father, a Naval Pilot, was shot down in Vietnam, reported MIA, and never returned. Tragically, they lost their Mother 2-years later to a head-on car collision outside of New Orleans, LA heading to Grandmother's House the day before Christmas leaving my best-friend Charlie and his two sisters injured, orphaned, and disillusioned for all time. Me too...