I always was the "odd one out" - my hero was Davy Crockett, and I had a "coonskin" hat, purse and rifle (popgun). I keep after my daughter to let her boys be kids, but as a nurse in these Covid days she is terrified of a trip to the ER - as it is the 4 year old jumped off the playhouse roof and ended up at the Ortho urgent care & in a boot.

We grew up in the city, and our playground included the (forbidden) railroad yards as well as the Mississippi river, and the backsides of a number of factories where all sorts of treasures were tossed out the back doors.

Does anyone remember the "Punch'n'Grow" seed starting kits? The place they were assembled was down the block (another fascinating story) and the "duds" were tossed out back, usually without labels. We would bring them home and use them, just to see what they were. Our Mom never had to buy tomato or flower seeds or plants, and once in a while we would get a watermelon, squash or some other treat.

Off to hand therapy today, then a quick walk through Costco to stock up.

Sue