Me too, Jack. I had a HUGE imagination when I was a kid! Kittens were kids, my bike was a motorcycle, a tractor tire was a horse, my grandad's shop was the circus big top, my closet was a cozy city apartment, my bed was a ship---OMG. I was the big pretender! The grape arbor was often my house and the roost bars in the chicken house were theater seats. FUN!! I climbed everything too -- did you climb trees? Now that was always an adventure!
Wow Shasta you do have a HUGE imagination. I'm not sure if I could top that or not
I did use to make cities out of cardboard boxes, pretend I was a disc jockey on a radio station, build amusement park rides out of things, and things like that. I do remember climbing trees and later when we moved into a neighborhood I used to climb around on the frames of the houses they were building.
You reminded me of the line Ennis says when you said "but my grandparents did their best"
Before I moved into the neighborhood though I didn't know what to think when the boy came up the driveway on a pony. He was real though.