When I was a child we lived in Firebaugh Ca. back then it was a small farming community and everyone knew each other. If you were a child and you were seen goofing off or doing something you shouldn't be doing your parents would know about it before you got home. My favorite memory was that every summer there was a snow cone truck that Would drive around each neighbor hood and the snow cones were only a quarter each. There was always a long line of kids waiting for their turn. For a quarter you would get a great big snow cone and it tasted good not like the flavored ice in a cup you have to take out a loan to get these days.