I was a army brat here from 1967 to 1970. I got my first bike in 1968 from the P.X. also I had my very first milk shake at the snack bar. I almost died there in 1968, I was 9. My brother and I wanted to runaway so we dug a cave near the moat in the field behind enlisted quarters. Under a big Granite stone old moat wall, the stone fell I was trapped while my brother dug me out. I was very scared, And never did that again. Then my dad went to Vietnam we stayed off post but we did everything on post still. The most fun was playing on Dog Beach hunting shells. This was the only post my dad was stationed at that was really fun.