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When I was about 5, I guess, one of my favorite things to do was to go to what was called "The Boneyard" ( the city dump) with my Grandad when we visited him and the rest of my Dad's family out in the middle of Kansas. We visited maybe 1 or 2 times a year.

Now what made this a memory was on one trip to the Boneyard my Grandad and I returned to his home and we were meet by my Mother. Boy was she mad. She started hollering at Grandad about where we were and how come he didn't tell anybody. etc, etc.
Now I can understand her concern, when no-one knew where I was ( Grandad did his own thing and no-one really cared about that).
But the thing that was really imprinting was I paid no attention to her because me and Grandad were engaged in a pretty neat discussion about something cool. This only made her mader I must add.