I remember that if I didn't like the food on my plate, i was allowed to sit there till I did.
I remember playing out after dark chasing lightening bugs and putting them in jars with muslin over them, and listening to the gentle murmur of tired adults talking as they relaxed in their rocking chairs on the front porch.
I remember how the lantern light shined through the window and made the edges of the windows turn black as it it streamed on the porch and turned the shadows of the vines that grew over and around some of the porch uprights into a sharp black.
Strange how certain things come back after many years. Most of these memories I welcome, and they make me feel that I had the most marvelous childhood that anyone could have had.
And this in spite, or because of the fact we didn't have running water or electricity or indoor plumbing till the 40s.