Oh, to be 1975 again. Granted, I was nine years old and didn't have to deal with stuff like the energy crisis and a morbid lack of national pride or confidence (can you say "malaise"?). But as a nine year old kid, that time in my life was PURE BLISS. My grandpa was alive, he was farming and, as I lived next door to him, I'd ride on the tractor and combine all the time and my sister and I would play in the truckloads of soybeans he'd bring in during harvest. My tighterthantight family all lived in a row of four houses on a barely-paved road in the country. Oh.My.God, I'd give anything to go back....
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Date: 2004-08-25 03:14 pm (UTC)