Despite the hardships of the Depression, Robert Collins and his family shared many happy times on their prairie farm. Whether pushing an old car tire—as a stand-in for an Eaton’s Glider two-wheeler or a Packard Super 8—all over the farm, wielding a Wild West pistol made from a carved cedar shingle or playing hockey on a mirror-perfect frozen pond, young Collins enjoyed a rich and imaginative boyhood in the midst of grinding poverty.