Thinking back on my childhood, it’s amazing that the simplest things were so much fun. One memory that comes to mind is waiting for the garbage truck to arrive on trash day. I kid you not…
We lived in Phoenix, Arizona, and I was (at the time) the youngest of four kids aged four to ten. We had a fenced backyard with an alley. Now, the alley was the road in which the garbage truck came to pick up our rubbish. We had the usual swing set in our backyard and something we called the tangle tower. At the time, the tower seemed to be the height of the Empire State Building.
On garbage day, we would all raced to the tower and quickly climbed to the top to wait and then wave to the garbage men as they drove past us. They were always jovial and called hello back. We’d then scamper back down and continue our play.
I think of those men from time to time and wonder if they ever think about those four silly kids who waited with glee for their arrival. I hope other kids waiting along the same route to brighten their day as well.
(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)