One summer in high school, my best buddy and I were working as parking attendants at Dyrehavsbakken in Denmark, the world's oldest surviving amusement park, founded in 1583.
It was the late fifties and cars were not as abundant as now, so the parking area was a field adjacent to the park and often served by kids like Gert, my buddy, and me.
We even got to wear a cap with a gold braid.
We were the proud cap-wearing adolescents who made life miserable for the people who had trouble parking the way we thought they ought to.
And we made a little money.
But what I remember most dearly, are the nights, when we finally quit after midnight, and we got on our bicycles and rode back to the suburb where we lived, through those magical , light summer nights when it never really gets dark.
And we were best buddies.
Then.
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Funny, I remember things about my past but can't remember exactly how old I was either. Only very few things can I remember the exact age... one of them is my 3rd birthday it was in Gma's Seattle apartment (before she bought her house) and I got a spanking for hanging out the window!
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