As kids in the late fifties, we would go to the local carnival. Shaved ice with flavors cost a nickel, while a one-dip ice cream cone was fifteen cents. Since we only had fifty cents to spend all night, we could get shaved ice or give up two nickel rides for a cone. There was always a line at the shaved ice.
If Diane is a good skier she’ll probably want to go straight to the black diamond slopes. Brad’s going to find out what it is like to do 0 to 60 on his butt, back, side, knees, etc.
Same here. We would ride our bikes outside town on country roads and collect bottles people tossed from cars.