Jogging a memory...
When I was 9, I remember playing Tonka trucks with Clayton Van Kleeck in his sandbox on Neighborhood Road. We'd push the big plastic red and yellow trucks through makeshift work zones, then head inside where Mrs. Van Kleeck made us grilled cheese sandwiches.
Chicago had just released its second album, and Clayton was impressed with the band's horn section. In his bedroom, he'd play songs like "25 or 6 to 4" and "Make Me Smile." On vinyl, of course.
When I got bored playing Tonka trucks or listening to Clayton's choice in music, I'd pick up his sister Lynn's pogo stick and hop up and down, up and down, up and down in their driveway. I actually counted my hops and gleefully boasted to Lynn that I'd done 200 hops in a row without falling.