*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

That was a happy rock. Good memories. Big rock.

Little rocks was for rock-chucking. Having brothers, we did our
fair share of rocking each other. And county boys...I bet I'm not
the only here that ever had a cowpie fight?

Growing up really was a blast. We didn't need fancy stuff to have
fun with.

I think by now everyone knows my dad drove a coal truck while
I was growing up? So junk truck tires was one of our "toys". One
of us boys would curl up inside the tire and the other boys would
roll us around the yard.

We were doing that one time to my older brother. It was his turn to
be rolled around. We got to going to fast and lost control of him. He
got away, rolled over the hill on us.

And hit a tree.

Knocked him colder than a wedge. He fell out of the tire. We thought
he was dead. So we left him there. Cause if we told mom we'd done
killed Kevin we would probably get in trouble.

Didn't kill him. He came too after a while. He wasn't even mad at us.

One of those funny memories.



Spook...who, unlike Em never carried his rock up a tree to set on both
at once.

Trees? Did someone say trees? We had trees. Trees with grapevines.
Swinging in the vines. And just like you know, those vines can come outta
a tree in mid-swing. I've fell more than once.
 
I remember those vines. Find one on a hill, cut it off at the ground, take a run and swing wayyyy up in the air. Fun times. Funny though, after a few weeks the vines would come out of the tree in mid swing. It's a wonder none of us got killed.

Another game we had was to find a pine sapling about 20 or 30 feet tall. Had to be a little limber. We'd climb up to the top and bow it over to the ground. Was usually fun, but sometimes about half way to the ground the top would break out and you'd fall 20 feet holding the top of a pine sapling.

My sitting and daydreaming spot was a tree that had fallen across the creek about a half a mile west of our house. Actually was two trees that had grown together at the base. I'd sit there about 10 feet above the water and dream of all I wanted to do when I grew up. If it was a hot summer day I might even dive off in the creek for a swim. Sometimes bring a cane pole and catch a mess of fish for supper. Good memories.

We really had very few toys, but we never knew there was another way to live. There was always trees to climb, horses to ride, we'd walk for miles down the railroad tracks, seeing how far we could walk a rail without touching the ground. We fished, hunted, played in the deep woods and hills and hollers. Built forts out of whatever we could find. One of our favorite things to do was to go spend the night in the woods in one of our forts and only eat whatever we could find. Lots of memories.....

I miss being a kid.
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Oh yeah, I remember riding a tree down.

Snapped a few.

I had to teach Hana how to do those things. But they
dont make vines and trees like they use too. Either that,
or there's more Spook than there use to be.

Takes a pretty good vine to hold me these days.

And trees...trees little enough for me to ride, break before
I get very high up them.
 
err, Em? That's a darn alligator your daughter is holding!
Cute... But not real bright huh?
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For that comment...you will pay...dearly.
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Remember that thing you call "Supper"? It might be missing the next few days.








That is me at the age of 14. And it's only a baby alligator. Hardly an alligator at all. We'd catch the bigger ones to put in tents as pranks.
 

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