The creamery where my grandparents lived where they bought milk and cream from local farmers and made delicious butter and real ice cream.
Building forts in the vacant lot next door with all the kids in the neighborhood.
Riding my bike with my BFF to the swimming pool every afternoon.
Eating fresh tomatoes out in the garden with my dad.
Doing the laundry every Monday with a wringer washer. Sprinkling the clothes and ironing on Tuesday.
The beauty shop with the big machine that had electric curlers attached to it.
Going to the bank with my dad where he played poker with the dollar bills with the teller and the president of the bank.
Going for Sunday drives and not knowing where we were going, just going wherever we wanted.
So many things, so many memories.