As I'm typing this, it is raining really quite hard here and my mind between reading this weeks Beano and one of my Cub Annuals is drifting back to the things I loved, not necessary because it was easy and running for somone like me is not, but more the comraderie and fun we had when we all tried things no matter how hard together sharing in the ups and downs of our emotions.
I think it's telling when we recall those people and places from the past just how many things like summer camps, scouts and the like soon drift into the conversation because the people we knew then, we really knew well.
No more aqaintances or fair weathered friends.
The road from where school and after school acivities lead us as boys always takes us back
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