That old truck

When I was young and played in the dirt with such resource and  pluck. My friends all had tanks and planes, Dozers and Jeeps but me? OH NO I had a toy truck.

I liked being Hop-along Cassidy with six shooter in hand and shoot um up or being the banker with Monopoly money so grand yet there was something that always drew me back to that old pickup truck.

The houses and funny money were allmost dust when monopoly became real but I held on to that toy truck though rust grated the steel.

I lost it some where along the way not from neglecting the tin but to a young friend it went and I think that kid played with rust till it was bright metal again.

Now I am old and had many a car, more likely a truck, but never one as fun as the one with which I played in the muck.