One thing I remember well is the great mystery of what adults were actually doing! I would watch the occasional headlights sweep the bedroom window late at night, listening to that singing sound the old fat-tired Hudsons and Chevrolets would make chugging up the country road, and just be mystified as to who could possibly be in those cars, going where and doing what? The gatherings of adults were equally unintelligible -- they would say things that made each other heehaw with laughter, helped along with the mystic ritual of drink, and just be totally inexplicable. The idea of standing around in a room heehawing back and forth for hours just escaped me! :>)

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