'72 ~ the yr b4 I graduated. Never a dull moment and lots of fun. My boyfriend had a 57 Chevy and we cruised non stop. *gas was cheap then*

I come from a large family and we always had my friends, my sibling's friends at the house all the time. Mom and Dad always said the more the merrier. Everyone always wanted to be at our house. All summer long there was a croquet set and badminton net set up in the yard. We'd go swimming on 70 degree days, we were fearless. (or so we thought)

Your'e right Kelly; the simple life was so cool and so "simple". :)

I have to say tho, that '68-69 were amazing yrs for me. I was 13/14 yrs old and my gf and I would ride the tandem bike all over town. I was the littlest, so had to man the back seat. MYF hayrides, school dances and first crush boyfriends. My friend had an ice skating rink in her backyard, so spent most of the free Winter time over there. The music of 68/'69 was never to be matched.

Thanks for the memories, Cin. I love nostalgia. :)

1972 - I loved that year!!!!! Sweet 16, really in love with a boy 2 YEARS older, a BBF, almost lost my virginity, giggles, feeling so wise and grown-up. Now DD is 16 but it's not so simple!!

My simple life peaked when I was 11. Lived on a huge farm, rode horses, swam in the local gravel pit. Walked everywhere and didn't worry about the bad people in the world because they hadn't touched mine yet.

Ahhh...thanks for taking me down memory lane. I love it.

Mine was way before '72 but the year doesn't matter. I think 11 is quite often the last of the innocent years because we get outside the family more and find out there are others that might hurt you.

I used to be the tomboy - ok, maybe I still am. :D I had a bike with mountain bike tires on it, and used to go into the woods by us with my friends and go mudding.

That and the girl scout camp I went to each year. Platform tents, water from a spiket, etc. LOL, I loved that stuff. And at the end of the day, watching the campfire rise to the crystal clear stars in the sky - that was awesome.

DM - Thanks for the memory. Coming from a large family there was always plenty of people around. My dad comments on a time when he came home from work and there were 20+ kids at our house and only 3 of them were his. LOL.

I can't remember specifically the summer of '72. I know we moved that summer from MO to IL. I know that I still thought I was going to marry Michael Jackson but that's in another thread. :p

Simpler times consisted of playing, playing, and playing. We roamed all over the place and created games along the way. We would play in the woods across the street for hours on end, coming home soaked from playing in the creek. We'd go to the park, swim in the pool. And yes, DM, we always made a skating rink in our backyard in the winter. I loved it. I began skating when I was 4 and didn't stop until we moved to the desert.

What changed? We had 3 large oak trees on the side of our yard. I loved climbing those trees and would sit up there for hours. One year when I was in 7th grade I was up there after school and decided to swing down on one of the branches. So down I went and plopped down in front of one of the cutest most popular boys (8th grader) and his girlfriend. He said hi and we all talked briefly. I was so embarrassed.:o I never climbed that tree or any tree for that matter again. Well, until I was older. LOL.

This thread has gotten me thinking. Lots of really good memories.

I remember when I was 8 or 9 my sister Susan (the sister who just passed away) would take me to the pool with her. We belonged to a pool called "Venetian" and I loved to go there. I didn't know at the time that she had a huge crush on one of the lifeguards there!! We'd go and spend all day at the pool - Mom would fix peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and potato chips and orange Hi-C and we'd be off with our picnic. Such good times.

I love this stuff!

I grew up in the greater Detroit area and the Faygo jingle was always my summer song, I loved it and wish I could get a recording of it. I don't know whether it's the REAL Boblo boat, but for anyone who drank Faygo pop, check this out!

Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQqyDj7RX6Y

I LOVE THAT JINGLE!!!!!

ETA: This just in, it's official, the commercial really was filmed on the Boblo boat! For you non-MI folks, Boblo is/was an island amusement park in the Detroit River between MI and Windsor, Ontario, Canada. It's rumored to be the only place where you can go south to Canada from the USA. Neato!

My fav summer '81, was when I was 16. My sisters were 15, 14, & 13. We had a covered front porch with a red picnic table on it. We would play Uno all day, every day, with the neighborhood kids. We wore out the cards that summer.

We blasted the stereo speakers in the windows overlooking the porch. About a foot away from the table. Listened to songs like Sailing by Christopher Cross and The Rolling Stones. Betty Davis Eyes was big back then too.

We sisters got along great that summer. Mom was at work and who knows where are little brother was. :D That was the best. Life got tough after that summer.

:hug:

I was also 9 in '72!:eek: (dang you look so much younger...whats your secret?:p)

Life was truly so much simpler and innocent then...

This was the year we finally moved back to my hometown after having moved to Kansas, Texas, back to Kansas, Nebraska and landed back in Colorado.

Oh my gosh the memories!! Our neighborhood in Nebraska was so awesome...our babysitter lived down the block on the corner...there was a boy who had a garage band that loved to play Chicago tunes across the street...a neighbor who had a firing kiln in her backyard and we would paint clay figures in her basement...a house where we thought a "witch" lived...we endured a severe ice storm that took the power out for many days, a tornado that ripped our roofing off. But the best part was that we lived directly across from a park that had one of those little trains that went all the way around it and the municipal swimming pool...spent lots of time there and that was the summer I hit my chin on the side of the pool and had to get stitches!!

Ok... back to today!!

Thanks Cindy for starting this thread!:hug: Such awesome memories we all had!!

Well I am not going to remember 72...I was only a year old.

I do remember the summer when I was 8 or 9 yrs old and we would go camping. We had a trailer and left it at the site. My mom, sister and I would go up during the week and Dad would join us on the weekend.

The most memorable time camping was when sis and I were riding our bikes around the campground early one morning. My bellbottom jeans got stuck in the chain and I couldn't get them out. I had to take off my pants and push my bike back to the trailer in my underoos!!!! That is what you call embarassing :icon_redface: