I recently read Bill Bryson’s account of his childhood, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. In this one of his many books, Mr. Bryson recounts what it was like to grow up in Des Moines (IA, US) in the 1950s and early 60s. Although he is the age of my younger brother, Mr. Bryson’s childhood years span many of the same times of my own childhood.
As with many of his books, I guffawed repeatedly and enjoyed many of the memories of my own childhood that were evoked by Mr. Bryson’s recollections of kids gathering in neighborhood groups, television events, childhood mortifications (I had few), daytime World Series games, chaise longues, anti-communism, and etc. Fortunately, I never imagined myself to have superpowers. Sadly, though, I didn’t get to sit beside Ernie Banks and pass him baseballs for his autograph. Still, I had a lot of fun in my childhood.
Visit the Web page devoted to the LTTK. If you’re among the boomers, you’ll likely enjoy at least… lots of this book.