Horseback riding every summer.

Running around with the fireflies in the dusk , with the background murmur of my parents talking and laughing on the verandah .

Circling the field with a Farmall H and a drag at an age that would summon CPS these days.

My cousins and I would follow our Grandfather around while he mowed his huge lawn with his Farmall Cub. Like a Pied Piper. I was in high school before he let me drive it. It was fun. In college, I spent a summer with him, and a lot of time was spent sitting in the hot sun in that tractor seat, mowing his acres. Even that was fun.

Edit: Forgot this was supposed to be one sentence. Sorry.

Me too.

They had verandahs in Wales? :confused:

Playing stupid games(including getting stuck up trees) with friends in a tiny nature reserve place almost every day in summer 2000.

Playing along the side of an old canal with my brother near where my grandparents live when I was 7 or 8, while my Mother and her parents chatted (we live almost 500 miles away, didn't see them very often)

Best childhood memory was whenever we play around the trees and then suddenly bees are after us...

I grew up in Zambia and Papua New Guinea ,xoxoxoBruce .

This onion has layers!

NOW I can rest assured that the famous Bozo urban legend is probably true...

I was on Bozo (in LA) and The Webster Webfoot Show (kinda creepy too, the host was an amputee :thepain: ).

edit: and oh yeah, having my birthday announced by Sheriff John.

Must be large, too many layers to count. :mg:

going round the pits with me dad at Snetterton, and seeing Stirling Moss...

Alone in the basement with vinyl Blue Oyster Cult playing.