Imagine an idyllic childhood. You play in the woods and climb trees, or splash in the creek and catch frogs. You're surrounded by a dozen homes that look just like yours, and inside each one are kids to play with, or adults who give you ice cream. But about 400 yards away is a uranium mill. For StoryCorps Northwest, Doug Sly tells his friend Terry Kinzel about growing up near a yellow cake mill in Ford, Washington.