Remembering the good times

I wish I could give this picture attribution, but I can't. I don't know who took it or where I saw it, but I love it. It reminds me so much of the way it physically looked in my growing up years. Gravel roads through (in my case) Ohio countryside. I traveled over those roads on bicycles and later on my motor scooter in those absolutely carefree years intermingled with vacant lot baseball, comic book trading, and dreaming and wondering what was ahead. I remember those times and I love the remembering.