@wayne,
wayne wrote: There was no such thing as a playground , in the suburb where I grew up.
We got by with trees, creeks, pastures, horse barns, rolling down hills in barrels.
I can remember having to hide a pronounced limp from my Mother, more than once.
Someone, in the neighborhood gang, was always nursing an injury, so it seemed.
Still, the greatest danger, in our playground, was the older kids.
That was the danger that created track stars.
Y did u hide your limp from your mother, Wayne ?
David
