Life Was Different When I Was A Child.

Neighbors place was around ten trailers down from us. This was the birthday party where mom took me for that neighbors kid.

This is whole trailer park is where I delivered circulars nine years later.

The same trailer park, where the across the street neighbor got so drunk, after my half brother's wedding, that she took off all her clothes in the middle of the street. Yet the same neighbor that gave all us kids figs off her tree and vegetables from her garden. Her granddaughter I had a huge crush on, for a couple of years and we often wrote each other hand written messages. Sent in the mail.

The same trailer park, where I delivered a third of the news papers, I had to deliver in my early teens.

So many memories of how we helped each other! And it's just a start.