This stage of my life will take a while and quite a few stories to get through.

This was the age that Steve and I had a lot of our adventures during. In other words, a study in rampant stupidity.

I have stated before how Cowiche Creek was one of our main playgrounds. We sometimes played chicken with our bikes on Pioneer Street. Mom witnessed this one day and told us we would be grounded from the creek if she caught us doing it again.

My brother and I spent a lot of time around the nearest water.

Cowiche creek was only a guarter mile away so we waded, swam, and fished a long length of it. We also used the canal on Cowiche Mountain. There was a long stretch with no siphon so we would swim or float it.

Our floating was done on truck inner tubes which also were our sleds in winter. One of the departments Dad ran with H and H was shipping which allowed him to get some used tubes.

Next Installment on my story.

When we moved to the house on Summitview and Pioneer it was quite a change. We went from sharing a room with a sibling to 5 bedrooms and 2 baths. Unfortunately, it also came with a lot more lawn to mow.

One of our favorite places was a group of huge old sage and greasewood on Cowiche Mountain. We worked very hard to find and catch horned toads. They were tricky to catch but once you had them they would ride around on your shirt for hours. I took one to 4th grade and got sent to talk to Mr. Zeutenhorst when a girl in my class realized it was a live lizard and not a toy.