To: WayzataJOHNN
Ha! I share the same memories of reinforced forts, and finally getting one over on the big kids. Too funny!
As I remember we also got over on the same crowd during a mud ball fight during the summer. We were small enough to scurry under a tangle of tree branches and logs piled up when a farmer had cleared a new portion of his field. As they'd chase us to the section we had just ducked under, we'd suddenly pop up behind them and pelt them with 3-4 mud balls and disappear again.
Wow. 40 some years ago, and I can remember most of their names. Strange what sticks with you over the years, and yet you cannot remember where you put your keys 30 minutes ago.
To: tongue-tied
“yet you cannot remember where you put your keys 30 minutes ago.”
Keys?
Lets see...I know I had them...just a sec ago...I did..I think?
To hell with it, I can still remember how to hot waire a car, who needs keys!
Wait a sec, where did I leave the %%%$$##@@ car?
841 posted on
12/14/2007 8:43:11 AM PST by
WayzataJOHNN
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