Boy, what nostalgia. I can still remember the excitement as we drove up to the “mountains”, as the scenery changed and we could literally see those tree covered mountains always looming in the distance. This city kid loved roaming the woods behind our bungalow, pretending that the rock wall marking the property was the ruins of some ancient castle, making clubhouses on the rocks, crossing over the brook and looking for frogs and salamanders, or the excitement of skipping daycamp and going with the Mommies on a shopping trip to Jamesway, getting ice cream at Lucky Dip and playing pinball. then there were the thuderstorms with the streaks of lightening that seemed to land right outside our porch, and the smell of skunk and the poison ivy…oops, I better stop while I am ahead.
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