Tanned and gloriously tired after a day at Coney Island.
"Photos - 4 for 25 cents"
Hey sis -- lend me a quarter! Let's go into the booth!! Silly yells, raucous giggles, arms and legs flailing around as we jockeyed for position on that little stool. This is the only picture I have left from that day in 1961. My poor aunt and patient uncle -- we dragged them all over the place that day!!
I think my hat cost auntie 50 cents or a dollar.
I can still hear the music in the background, smell the salty surf, the lemons, the frnch fries, the yell of the crowd.
Well, maybe life wasn't THAT simple back then.
I also remember me and sis being shocked (not easy for us!) at seeing these 6 or 7 year-old kids standing around on the boardwalk, lighting up, and cursing a blue streak (of course we KNEW most of those words.....).