During my childhood, when my family wasn’t tagging along behind oil rigs, my siblings, cousins and I lived in homes on a country blacktop road that ran around and through our family neighborhood on Galvins Creek. The road was paved with tar and pea gravel and nothing else. During summertime, when the sun reached the right temperature, fat black tar bubbles would start to balloon from between the one million pieces of pea gravel. One of our favorite past times was to run around with long skinny sticks and pop as many tar bubbles as we could. It was great fun for kids who lived in the country and who were responsible for entertaining themselves!