A Rerun
A few weeks ago I was reading my friend Grumpys account of his life of crime as a youth. I won't tell you what he was reading to bring about such memories. There's all kinds of mischief one can get into, especially from living in a small town. Trouble ranges anywhere from throwing snowballs at cars while hiding in the park. Going to one of biggest parties of the summer; hosted by the ministers son. Hanging out with a bunch of friends when one of them throws a rock and breaks the school's window. The assembly on Monday morning was NOT pleasant and I think my friend finally confessed after the Principal threatened to take the entire school hostage. I would say that most activities started with drinking and probably ended with drinking too. I had a hangover when I took the test for my drivers license on my 16th birthday. I don't suggest anyone does that, but I passed anyway. Now I could legally be more of a menace on the road.
But then I tried to think of the worst trouble I had ever gotten into and began forming the story in my head, only to remember that I had already written it. So today is a rerun, almost two years old. Some of you have read it, but most have not.
I hope you all enjoy my little trip down memory lane.
But then I tried to think of the worst trouble I had ever gotten into and began forming the story in my head, only to remember that I had already written it. So today is a rerun, almost two years old. Some of you have read it, but most have not.
I hope you all enjoy my little trip down memory lane.
Comments
Our little town is about 2000, too, but thank goodness, I am well beyond the age when partying and ripping up golf courses would have tempted me! What a great tale, and I'm so happy you lived to tell it!
Ya'll have a wonderfully blessed summer day!