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Just last week my sister and I were reminiscing about our childhood and how stupidly GOOD we were. 😇 Maybe we have some regrets about that. We should’ve made an effort to live up to the old saw that “PKs are the worst”.
The worst thing I recall doing was rolling up the waistband of my skirts at the bus stop before school.
When I was in second grade, circa 1962, we had a preacher’s kid named Johnny in class. He seemed normal in school.
The parsonage was just a couple of blocks from a main highway where there was a Gas Station/Garage/Diner establishment.
He would ride his bike to there and the restrooms were in the backside accessible from outside. He would go into them and un-roll all the toilet paper rolls and empty the paper towel dispensers and turn on the sinks and water down the whole mess. He did this several times.
Why? Nobody knows.
He was eventually caught doing this and it was right after that that the preacher and his family left town..............