Editor’s note: This is the eighteenth of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy.
Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here.
It’s pretty common for young boys to have a fascination with cars. When I was maybe six or seven years old, I would sit with my friends on the grassy slope in front of our house and watch the cars go up and down West Fifth Street. We would divide ourselves into two teams. One team got all the cars going east, while the other team got all the cars headed west. The object, of course, was to see who could get the best and newest cars.
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