I Grew Up in Sherwood Forest, Irving, Texas

getting deliveries from the milkman AND the Charles Chips delivery man, hearing the train pass by on the Rock Island tracks every night, chasing the mosquito fogger truck down the street (that might explain a few things....), playing in the woods that were between Alan-A-Dale and the same train tracks. Huge fish fries at the neighbor's house, adults hanging out in lawn chairs and talking into the night, while us kids were off doing who knows what. Catching crawdads in the creek that ran right down the middle of the neighborhood, before it was filled with cement. Collecting empty bottles for the deposit money and coming home from the Mr. high and dropping hundreds of quarters into the Asteroids or Defender or Phoenix video games at the same store, even though by then it had changed to L&M.