In the course of a lifetime

It never ceases to amaze me all the people most of us become (that survive our 20s) and make it into our 30s intact.

I can remember Davy Crocket from The Wonderful World of Disney with Fess Parker on TV when I was 6 years old. Some nice people from church bought me the whole outfit of Davey Crocket with the fringe on the arms and legs of leather and a coonskin cap and a rifle of that era to play with. I was in heaven for awhile in that outfit until I grew out of it. And even then sometimes I would walk around proudly wearing my coonskin cap back then.

By the way, Disneyland in the L.A. Area is now 60 years old by the way because it started in 1955.
I either went that year (I was 7) and we lived in Tujunga then. My Dad was working as an Electrician still then because he hadn't started his Electrical Contracting business until I was 12 in 1960. My parents were also ministers of a church in Down town Los Angeles that still exists today. The lady they put in charge when the retired from it in 1960 lived until 104 years of age in charge of that church which I thought was pretty amazing in itself.

Then my best friend started racing street racers when I was 14 or 15 and by the time I was 16 we both owned Surfboards and we both had cars which we drove to the beach to surf. I can remember his red convertible 1951 Ford with the top down with two surfboards sticking under the back seat straight up in the air driving towards the beach. You likely couldn't get away with that then but then again this was around 1963 or 1964 and seat belts weren't required until the late 1980s even in California, if then.

However, everything changed when my friend joined the air force when I was 21 so he wouldn't be drafted as a jet engine mechanic because he has a certification for doing that from Glendale College which was the first college I ever attended. I eventually wound up at UCSC in Santa Cruz.

However, my best friend from Junior High and High School and I never reconnected because when he went to Viet Nam in the Air Force his mother moved to Santa Barbara and my parents moved to San Diego and we lost touch until I found him through his yahoo email in the early 1990s. Then we went to Yosemite like we had when we were 15 or so when Yosemite was also a place out of "American GRaffitti" too back then with hot cars and amazing girls and people jumping off the bridges and swimming in the rivers and "Firefalls" of CEdar Embers pushed off Glacier point every night during the summer around 9 pm. It was really amazing to be alive then in 1963 in Yosemite.