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'53 On 35th
註釋A book like this, a childhood reminiscence, is generally categorized as a "non-fiction, autobiography-biography, personal memoir." That particular description, to be quite frank, could, after a lot of nipping and tucking, be made to fit this book. But this story leaps far beyond any such literal confines and indulges itself with that most important part of any childhood: imagination! It crosses the boundaries of dry convention and dares to bring an adventuresome vividness to a real story lived long ago. Within it you'll meet the same real-life characters that I met, both pleasant and not so pleasant, and those imaginary characters that I and my friends projected into our world of reverie in a most unique way. You'll ride into adventure with us over some hot, dusty, sun-baked trails through the western "South Forties" and then gallantly and tragically answer the Arthurian challenge delivered into "Ghost Rider" Hall. You'll experience the year of 1953 as I lived it in a fledgling suburb of Sacramento, California. Be forewarned, though, that you will also be witness to both the glories and foibles of a child's life, replete with high laughter, intense sorrow, confused speculation, unquestioned faith, irrepressible animation and an all-consuming love of life. You'll be served a rich plate of intrigue, suspense, wonderment and adventure seasoned with both the pathos and joyfulness as only a child can experience. As you sample the fare you may find yourself distracted from your own, present world, if that seems appealing . . . or maybe experience a resurrection of your own childhood past! All I can do is present my tale in as honest and forthright a way as I lived it . . . or thought I did! This story, then, becomes a moment in time. All of the people that are introduced to you are/were real. You'll have to become part of the "Great Westward Movement" and a certified knight of the "Ghost Riders," just as I did, to understand whether imagination is a fact of time. Or maybe you've already figured it out because of your own, unique memories.