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Wellll now, I don`t want to brag or
anthing, but I sure was a joy to
behold!! ~ First rule of thumb, if your
going to do a Bio, don`t sell yourself
short! ~ but I digress~
and hope we
could catch one to bring us back before
supper.
Sometimes one of the kids would have a
ball and if it was a real good day we
might find a kid with a real bat! Happy
Days!!
Now, in the evening,( when dark that is
) we really did our stuff!! My dad would
send me to get a newspaper, cost 2
cents from a machine. I was clever, use
a stick, keep
the 2 cents, small fortune in 1935,
sometimes my dad would complain because
the first page was torn, but who`s he
going to call??-- we didn`t have a phone
until about 1940 so much for the good
life!!
You better believe it was the good
life!!--- We might not have been the
brightest kids on the universe, but we
sure were a happy bunch!! No phones-- no
T.V.- no nintendo - no car!! - no car !! but
we had each other and a
huge"IMAGINATION"
~~ here I go again
waaaaannnnddddeeerrringg in my thoughts.
Thoughts? Thinking? Imagination? ~~
strange words these days!! ~ I`ll have
to go to Wal-Mart and get one--- wonder
where I would plug it in??
Sorry-- if I stray from the substance of
this Bio, but ~ I have
trouble finding my toothbrush~ my comb ~
my shoes ~ my socks ~ oh well ~ you get
the picture.
SOOOOooooooo~~ back to my story~~
which before I begin ~~ One of my
grandsons the other day ~ doesn`t matter
which one, they all have said the same
thing at some point in time~~ I AIN`T
GOT NOTHING TO DO ~~ THIS IS BOORING!!
All
he has is T.V.~ Nintendo~ Computer~
Little League ~ Tetherball ~ Basketball
~ Soccerball ~ Swimming pool ~ Bicycle
~ 5-Yo Yo~s ~ Rollerblades ~ Airplane
models ~ and a Fort and because of
shortage of time and space I choose to
leave somethings off the list.~~~ Now
any dimwitted fool can see why our
children are
BOORED !!
Meanwhile, back to MY Youth ~ I
think thats how you spell it ~ I still
have that 2 cents from the paper, bet
you thought I forgot it, never forget
money ~ too hard to come by.
We would make a trip to the neighborhood
store to spend that hard earned money on
candy and then we would sit in the alley
and divvy it up ~~ (share that is)
Some nights we could stay out till 9
o`clock! ~ (in the summer that is) , we
would get together and raid the
different yards ~ ( for fruit that
is).One night it would be Old Lady
Henry`s apple tree ~ next night it might
be Old Man Morgan`s grape vines and sit
in the alley and eat till we got sick or
had to scoot for the house to go to the
necessary room and at times like that it
was really necessary!
Say
What??
Well ,it`s a game we
used to play ~~ kinda expensive, but you
might be able to afford it.
First, you have to get everything you
need to play. One tin milk can~~ now for
the hard part~~ a flat rock~~
A What??~~(a
flat rock that is!) Now we put the can
on the flat rock.~~ Are you ready to
play? Someone has to be "IT" first, that
was usually lucky me. Now ,I close my
eyes and count to 100,(by ones that is)
you all run and hide.
When I get far enough from base(the flat
rock & can that is) looking for you, one
of you little devilish rascals dash in
and kick the can off of that flat rock
~~~ and holler ~~HOME SHEEP
RUN!!!
~~
If you kick the can off of the flat rock
before I touch you, I`m "IT" again! Some
unimaginative kids called this kick the
can ~~ ugh! ~ Expensive game ~ but not
~~
BOORING!!
~~
Speaking of booring ~~ if your not
totally by now (BOORED THAT IS) and you
don`t care what you do with your time --- click on the brat after he loads ~
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