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Umm...everything We were very creative kids. We had to be, we didn't have all these fandangled video games, phones, and movie players like they have nowadays. And... I was quite the little shithead. We played war using sticks as swords and Chinaberries as projectiles (those things hurt by the way). We jumped out of the hayloft down into the square bales on the floor level and "swam" around in the grain bins. We had contests to see who could ride the not-so-tame cattle. We would go swimming in the stock tanks, roll off the roofs of the barns and try to hit the haybales below, go on solo treks through hundreds of acres (usually barefoot and unwary of snakes). Around the 4th of July and New Year's we would shoot Roman candles at each other. We'd go out to the pasture and shoot BB and pellet guns, ride dirt bikes through the cows (which is how I totaled two of them, but that's a different story). I picked up and brought home all kinds of animals, including snakes (without knowing if they were poisonous or not). Momma wasn't too happy about the snakes or baby skunks. And we had this game kind of like Chicken where we would ride down this steep concrete culvert on our bicycles and see who could get closest to the edge of the drop-off to the pond below. Being the risk-taker that I was, I won this one, going so far as to not hit my brake at all and propelling bike and all into the middle of the pond (yet another instance where someone had to rescue me from myself) And then there's fire |