The Early Years More Hanover St

I remember a couple more things about Hanover St. I think I was about 3 years old at the time. One day I was playing on the sidewalk in front of the house. There were two tricycles out there, but I don't remember either of my brothers being there with me. One of them was probably out there earlier, but went somewhere else to play. So I somehow hooked the tricycles together with a rope. I got on the one in front and pedalled down the sidewalk. A couple of houses further down the street the street ended and there was a fence. The fence was made from tall boards and one of the boards was missing. Sometimes people would come through the fence apparently because it was a shortcut. When I got to the fence, I couldn't get the tricycles turned around. About that time, a man came through the whole in the fence and scared me. I left the tricycles and ran for the house screaming. I guess that's what you would expect from a kid that hides behind the couch during a thunderstorm.

My older brother always found more creative ways to get in trouble. There was an old garage in our back yard. Dad parked his car back there and my brother was drawn to mechanical things even at that age. I guess he found some paint in the garage one day and proceeded to paint the headlights on Dad's car. After many years of practice, he finally got good enough at painting cars that he could do it without painting the headlights.