In the 50's whole tracts of new homes were built to accommodate WWII Veterans who used their government benefits.
Luckily, across the road from my parents, new triplex home, was a large open grassy space, beyond which was a neighborhood of old homes.
Possibly, as I think on it, the new neighborhood was living on converted farm land to accommodate the baby boom that was already 12 years in the making.
During the summer there was a small pond where there were frogs, etc. All the kids would take glass jars and trap fireflies and even polliwogs and other interesting critters.
It was also where all the kids gathered to play baseball. And during the cold months, the Fire Dept would show up and flood the area for ice skating.
The only trees were two blocks in the opposite direction from the grassy area - behind my folks home. I had to climb a fence by way of one of the telephone poles that ran the length of the fence.
It was the fence where I had hung by my right hand after falling off one of telephone poles. I still have the scar - the fact it is still visible after all the decades since then, is amazing.
The trees were a buffer between the neighborhood and farmland. Amid the trees was my reading throne - I've mentioned it before. But also another pond... this was where I went in search of polliwogs and other treasures. None of the other kids ever went in those woods, just me.
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