M.FREEZE
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I remember every summer when I was growing up I would go down to my great grandpas. I would spend a month there and assume the lifestyle. I would get up early and go to bed early. It was a slower pace of life, one I didn't appreciate at the time. Anyway, most mornings we would get in the truck and drive to Montauk State Park and trout fish. The great memories of being in the outdoors with grandad weren't measured by the number of fish we caught. The memories came from the simple things like the wing windows on the truck, to the scenic drive. I can't honestly tell you how many fish I caught there. I can vividly remember driving past a field and grandad telling me that he helped build the barn in the field. The talks we had in the truck were great. The way he talked about his fellow farmers made me feel like I knew them. You could judge by the stories he told that these were good trustworthy people. I miss those days. He was on of the "greatest generation". Drafted when he was 24 in 1944 he served in WWII. It was grandad that introduced me to the idea of knives being used as a tool. He taught me many things that I never knew I was even learning until it came time to use that knowledge. Truly a man that lead by example.