tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539483712015328041.post2148061781503821782..comments2022-11-30T04:17:06.944-06:00Comments on The Panel: What we did as kidsJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16676302055349403272noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539483712015328041.post-74677972558288733422009-10-26T18:20:07.074-05:002009-10-26T18:20:07.074-05:00Ah, childhood mischief! I was fortunate to grow up...Ah, childhood mischief! I was fortunate to grow up in a busy little, middle class suburb in Huntsville, Alabama. Otherwise known as *Rocket City*, it was a unique southern town where your classmates were the children of cotton farmers AND the children of rocket scientists! <br /><br />I must have been about ten years old on a typical hot & sticky summer evening. All my little friends had gathered, ready to play the same old games or tumble in the yard. The mosquito truck was making its routine, weekly pass to spray through the neighborhood. Being a dangerous brew of bored kid mixed with a vivid imagination, I convinced my buddies to mount bicycles and set out on a real adventure. We would ride full speed behind the mosquito truck, through the billowing fog & pretend we were in the clouds. DDT anyone? What a full out blast of fun. Wee!!! The word *poison* never entered our minds. Sure we coughed and choked a bit, but the giggles were louder. <br /><br />I have lost track of many of those kids but hereby apologize if anyone grew a third arm….or worse. As for me, it still does not occur to me that I may be living on borrowed time, waiting to see what long term effects DDT has in store for me. My adventurous spirit is still intact, just a bit wiser. Bike ride anyone?IKIDYOUNOTnoreply@blogger.com