BARNABY THE DOG.
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Sweet memories - me too - my brother and I used to spend hours damming the stream at the bottom of the field behind our house and wandering in the woods there. The air was an elixir of wood, fresh running streams, field flowers and the music of birds. We would pick buttercups to see if we liked butter!I remember all the lovely sunny days in 1972. I was 12, and we practically grew up outdoors. Went out after breakfast. Scrumped from fruit trees, and cob nut trees all day, snuck into fruit farms, went home just before dark. Poor kids today