In the heat of the summer, sweat ran down our foreheads to our chins and around our necks. We had several methods trying to stay cool and it did not include sitting in front of an air conditioner. Back then, if you had an air conditioner, you were rich! Well, one method was getting under the sprinkler. When Mother and Father yelled about the water bill, there was always the neighbor's house. Joey and I became Indians racing into the neighbor's yard, when we saw the sprinkler on. We pretended to be on the war path, hooting and hollering, until we were told to go home.