I am 52 now, but in 1966 I was 8 years old. My grandparents lived near Moorabbin station and every Tuesday night my grandfather would take my brothers and I over to the training session at the ground. We kids would kick the footy around the floodlit ground, get an autograph every now and then, and listen to Alan Jeans shouting at the players. We would always amuse ourselves running around the ground on the continuous row of wooden boundary seating. Just before walking home we would cross over to the children's park outside the ground entrance and get numb hands trying to swing across the old, steel monkey bars which were frosty on those cold winter nights. Later on I became a lolly boy and worked every second Saturday at the ground for O’Brien Catering. I saw many games as a youngster in those early days. Such innocent, simple and happy memories.......