Before my Dad passed away he told me he grew up in Bingham Canyon in a neighborhood called Frogtown. He said in the winter he remembers they would toboggan and in the summer he climbed in caves made by gold miners. He also climbed volcanic rock cliffs where owls were supposed to be. He remembers picking buttercups, bluebells and pussywillows to give to his Mother. Would love to hear anyone else's stories about what it was like living in Frogtown.
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