Nothing very exciting happened over the next couple of years. Well, maybe I should mention at this stage of the game, I started roller-skating at a new rink that was built at Cub Lake, which was about three miles from home. It was called Niki Nook Gardens, and it was owned by a fellow named Rockefeller. We called him Rocky. He was a big man. He had a bear in a cage out front of the rink, which was kind-of odd. Lots of people came to see it, because it was a novelty. Then, some son-of-a-gun shot him once. Rocky, boy, was fit to be tied! Also, I made several new friends there. One was the son of my mother's church going friend Lunda Huckill Meeks. His name, which he hated, was Merl Corwin Huckill. However, he was nicknamed Bus. Bus, Rainey, and I played and hunted together along with another recently made friend, Harold Yost. All three Rainey, Bus, and Harold were five years older than I, but I managed to keep up with most of the things we did, (which by today's standards would be mostly illegal). Anyway, most of the things we did was harmless to the population and it didn't cost anything. We didn't have any money anyway. Sometimes we would hike 15 to 20 mile on a Sunday to Irish Hills as the crow flies. Every lake we would come to, we would peel our clothes off and go swimming, naked of course. I remember at one isolated lake, we built a big bon fire on shore to get warm as this was early spring, and we had to dive through a thin layer of ice. Then, we would run around the fire before going back in.
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