OK. As long as you brought up Montevallo, here goes.
I remember being in Cub Scouts (I seem to remember Mom being the Den Mother) and building rubber band boats. That was the first time I remember being allowed to use a "real" saw, not to mention a pocket knife.
And then there were the lightning bugs in the back yard. I remember going out and there were so many they almost slapped you in the face as you walked through the yard.
I remember walking up to the corner to the Sinclair station to get gas for the lawnmower. Took a gallon can and Dad gave me a quarter with which to purchase said gas. Had enough left over for bubble gum. Now you can't hardly find gum for a quarter, much less the gas!
I remember Mom working in the ticket booth at the theater and walking up there to watch "Finnegan's Rainbow".
Oh, well. TTFN