Good Old Days Magazine

Watching the World go By

I think almost every house in Kansas had a porch swing. It was 1950 and no one had air conditioning, so we waited until the sun had gone down below the giant elm trees, and then people would wander out to their porches to sit in their porch swings and drink iced tea and enjoy the cooler evening air.

As an only child, I had to entertain myself, and I decided that while everyone had a porch swing, swing was magical. I would sit at one end and make it go sideways, pretending it was a horse and I was

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