I miss my upstairs bedroom I would go up and sit and dream about the future. I could play my record player. Watch my fish swimmimg around in their tank. ( I was surprized that dad and mom let me have a pet] They weren't pet people. I miss playing in the nearby city park. Because of the number of baby boomer kids you always had a friend to play with. We played all day until you heard parents calling their kids home for supper.In the park we had a hill to sled ride on. When I was little it seemed to be a very big hill. But now I look at it boy it wasn't that big after all. I miss my friends because we never stayed in touch. And most of all I miss my parents because they did so much for my older sister,my older brother and for me. They are gone but not forgotten.