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Dad always made us get real short haircut - sometimes a buzz cut. I tried being smart one time when dad said I needed to get my haircut and I went across road and coached my buddy to cut my hair - dad found out cause my buddy gapped it up and dad made me get an even shorter one 😀

Talking about mom buying jeans - we played so rough - I would get new pair of jeans and hav huge hole in knee first day - then dad would smoke my butt caise of it and mom would just sow a patch in and keep going 😀

Stepping out on my deck every night and hearing the cicadas I’m taken back to sleeping on the screen porch of our camp house on the tombigbee in epes al. Every night here lately that’s my first thought when walking out. Good memories.

Smell of gun oil I’m still taken back to helping my grandpa clean his guns

The sight of blackberries or black raspberries growing in the wild. I’d pick them and take them home and Mom would bake a pie.

Riding a bicycle (except for the creaky bones). I loved the freedom a bicycle gave me.

Anytime I smell an onion I'm reminded of my Dad. He would holler peel me an onion about every night. He would have a raw onion and eat it like an apple.