65 was in 6th grade, remember riding our bikes into town checking out all the stores, JJ Newberrys,Western Auto, Montgomery Wards and JC Pennys to name a few. Remember going to AW's to get a gal jug of ice cold root beer to take into the drive in theater, we liked camping out in the back yard at night, my mom yelling at us for making too much noise and go to bed. We all had our small transistor radios listening to Wolfman Jack coming out of Mexico. Me learning how to drive a 3 on the tree in an old 57 ford car that was taken off the street for smoking like crazy, would drive out on all the dirt fields around the house. Our annual trips to Disneyland, Knotts berry farm and the Wax museum which was my moms favorite. Hanging out in the backyard with my dad who always let me finish his beer. Sitting under the big shade tree in our front yard waiting for the ice cream truck to come by, for us young ones it seemed like life was all fun and games but I know it was hard for our parents. 65 I would go back in a heartbeat.