Not only do I sing along,I vividly imagine the action taking place. I picture myself at about 4 and joining the rest of the kids as they ride off from my old backyard back east. Being a bit of a sentimental guy,my eyes get a touch misty when I'm listening and visualising. Would have been really nice if this could have really happened even once when any of us were kids.

Oh,well. There's always imagination.
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Borderstone (An,"Avid Listner" of G.L.)