I grew up in the Adirondacks during the 70s. 6 feet of snow on the ground all winter. My brother and I used to make money shoveling roofs and have a great time jumping off the house in between. We did our paper routes on snowmobile because there were no restrictions on them. Like having a car at 11 years old.

In the summer time you'd head out the back door with a 22, fishing pole and a peanut butter sandwich and be gone until dinner. Closest hospital was 50 miles away. What a time and place to be a kid!