I had forgotten those things. Skates. I loved them and wore the key on a string around my neck like a gold medal. And the cans. I was so upset that Dad took one of my skates to make a scooter for my little brother. So I got back at him and ripped his scooter apart and had a skate board. (Not like those of today) A "real" skate board. Amazing what you can do with a 2x4 and a can of spray paint.