When I was a kid we would make the journey form Florissant to Northwest plaza to see what was then the largest mall in the world. My how times change!...and so has Florissant!
Also our father used to take my brother and I to Wamser Ferman sporting goods store on Manchester road, which seemed like an enternity to get there. He bought us matching Plano tackle boxes (plastic worm welders) and a zebco reel on I believe a shakespeare fiberglass rod. We always wathced the Virgil Ward show and filled our boxes full of beetle spins and Creme purple worms, sinkers, gold aberdeen Eagle Claw hooks, and so on. Our next door neighbor was an avid bass fisherman who actually was the guy who got me hooked on bass fishing. We went to a local carp lake called "Rock Lake" near Missouri Bottom Road (which is now where I-370 runs thru) with my nieghbor and his family. The neighbor rigged up my line with a creme worm and told me to just throw it out and reel it slowly back in. He went about 100 yards away and started fishing. About the 10th cast a 3 lb bass hit about 5 feet from the shore just as I was ready to lift my rod to make another cast. The splashing and the look of total disbelief on my face caused everyone within 50 yards to rush over to come to my aid. The nieighbor was the first on the scene and kept repeating "I told Ya, I told Ya!" All of this made me start crying and couldn't stop for 2 minutes. Been hooked ever since!