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I'm still unpacking the bronco, trying to get everything out of it, and still filling up a few holes in the roof where I removed three of the solar panels.
Putting the roof up and down is still a pain in the butt; it's hard to work inside the camper with the roof down because I have to crawl around on my hands and knees to get anything done. But I can't go anywhere unless the roof is down, so I've got to lower the roof again every time I need to run to the store. That's the biggest problem I had while living in the bronco, and it's still the biggest problem while working in the bronco.
My grandson, who will be going into the second grade this Fall, went to a basketball school this morning at one of the local high school's gyms. It's only for a few hours a day, and I'm not even sure how long it lasts; it appears to be mostly giving the kids something to do during the summer. And there's some other kind of summer thing going on at the local elementary school that my grandson and granddaughter will be going to one of these days.
I don't recall having any problems finding something to do in the summer when I was seven or eight years old. I lived in South Carolina just outside of Greenville in either Mauldin or Simpsonville. My memory is that my friends would come running out of our houses barefoot and we would all walk through the woods, down to the local creek, where we would catch Crawdads and Salamanders just for fun until we heard our moms yelling at us to come home for lunch.
After lunch, we would usually play baseball in somebody's yard or build a fort out of sawhorses and Tarps and spend the afternoon pretending to shoot at each other with wooden guns until our moms yelled at us to come home for dinner.
That was pretty much how summer vacation went for me. It didn't sound all that great while I was doing it, but looking back on it, there was nothing but good memories of those times in the woods with a creek running through it. If memory serves me, the creek's name was Horse Pen Creek, so named because Civil War soldiers picketed their horses there during the war.
My granddaughter learning her letters, school is out, but the learning never stops. Think of all the things she has to learn that I never even heard of. Anything about landing on the moon was just wishful thinking. There were no computers to learn about, and cell phones hadn't been invented yet. There's more wars to learn about, and a lot more politicians to remember the names of. Yeah she's going to have a lot more things to remember than I had. I just hope she has a lot less things she had rather forget than I had.