Continuing my post just above:

Clover was part of a normal yard, and little blue butterflies (which love clover) were common. Now when I see a little blue butterfly, my heart lifts.

We used to pick up double handfuls of fine dirt and put it on the slide to make it more slippery, and nobody ever complained about our dirty clothes.

When girls swam in pools, we had to wear icky bathing caps.