If I could just go back...

I posted the following as a Facebook update today and thought, "that would make a good Tug's Life post!" So here it is:

This isn't from 1976 but is me and my sisters and cousins.

It's 1976 and I'm 9-years old; shirtless and burnt from the sun, holding a garden hose, washing the red clay dirt off of my bare feet. The back screen door and windows are open, I can hear momma in the kitchen singing along with WKXV radio while frying corn bread and okrie for supper. Dad just in from working in the garden is in the living room wiping sweat off of his face with a red bandanna and getting ready to sip some coffee and wait for Gunsmoke to come on. Pam is in her room with the door closed listening to the Bay City Rollers sing S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night over and over. Jenny and our cousin Brad are looking for a mason jar to put lightning bugs in later tonight. Man, I wish I could go back for just a day...