“We used to go to the local little swamp, grabbing frogs and making rafts. They used to have some meat packing plants, and back then they would take their waste and throw it into the slew. There was one incident where we fell through. It really stunk. Unfortunately, it was a school day and it dried on our cloths. It was pretty bad. We stunk up the whole school and they ended up sending us home.”

 
Moving to Canada

 
Discipline

 
Childhood Memories

 
Staying on the Avenue