Must have been about 1978, and I was 10. My friend up the street had a cool sandbox right next to her house, in a narrow area between the house and garage. Not so much a deliberate sand box, but just that a load of sand was dumped there to help with drainage or something. As far as we were concerend, it was a sandbox and we played in it all the time.
But then the father started dumping used motor oil in the sand and tell us not to dig in those areas. It became too hard to keep track of where he had dumped the stuff, and I dug into the mess once. So we stopped playing in that sandbox.
You tell kids today that times were different back then, but they have no idea. Not one part of that experience would sound familiar to them. Playing outside? Sandbox? Used motor oil dumped on the ground?
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