Summer of ‘67. I was 12, and moved from Ewa Beach to Hickam AFB. I went from playing around the house to having access to all the facilities on the base, and the bus to Honolulu. Back then no one thought twice about a 12 year old spending the day out in public alone. I’d spend the whole day around Waikiki/Ft. DeRussy beach. Or I could just walk over to Pearl Harbor, past the sub docks, and race slot cars.