Saturdays Summer Saturdays of my childhood smelled like fresh mowed hay and forts of wood, or cardboard, or blankets being blown in the wind. Oh, to get those days back again. To my mind on a sunny Saturday morning they return now and then. Rate this:Share this:ShareFacebookTumblrRedditTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Sounds like you have some pretty awesome memories!
Definitely! Lots of great Saturdays. In our house, growing up, we had homemade hamburgers, fries, and shakes for dinner. That was preceded by Wide World of Sports on TV. Later on we would have popcorn. Good times.