Many stories were told about my past with their Dad. We were less than a year apart so we were, to say the least, a little active. Because of some over exuberance, we got into trouble once in a while.
Our nearest neighbor w My brother and his three kids came to visit me a couple of months ago. His kids are in their 50's and 60's. But since I don't get out to see them anymore it was pleasant to see them. We had a great time reminiscing and catching up with todays news.
Every once in a while the kids would come up with a question about my past. How did they know about this. Well, you can guess that their Dad told them.as a very elderly man who was on our yard most days. He bought eggs from my Mom.
So my brother and I were about 8 or 9. We quite often made sling shots. The sling shots didn't last very long as they had been made by little boys. However, at times they did have some power.
One day the elderly neighbor came on the yard. The spare tire on his car was mounted on the back of the car. It looked like a great target. I envisioned my self hitting the bull's eye in the center of the wheel. Would all the kids think I was great.
Well, was I not only far off the target. I hit the back window and broke it. Silence took over very rapidly. The gentle man was not happy. He went in the house to talk to Mom. There were more kids on the yard besides my family. Things quieted down very quickly and my rash action brought a chill over the group.
So this is what one of my brother's kids brought up. So some things stick with you your whole life. I imagine they will be talking about this long after I am gone.
That was a daring attempt to hit center. Yep, that story would stick. Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteThat was bad luck! I'm sure your mom was less than happy.
ReplyDeleteAn "oops" moment if ever there was one!
ReplyDeleteYeah, that would be something that I would remember the rest of my life too, kind of like the time my dad backed over my grandfather's pickup in his combine.
ReplyDeleteHow could a destructive vandal become a schoolteacher? Have you paid for that broken window yet? Nice to meet up with your brother and his three "kids" again.
ReplyDeleteThe things that stick. It’s fun now, but it wasn’t then.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your stories!
ReplyDeleteNow I'm wondering if you were made to pay for the new window, Red. I'm sure that you and your brother had many adventures together.
ReplyDeleteKids will be kids, I am sure you and your brother have lots of stories.
ReplyDeleteTake care, have a great day and a happy week!
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ReplyDeleteWait a ding dong minute there, Mister. You get right back here and finish that story! What happened when your mother got inbolved??!
ReplyDeleteSome memories cling like a well-aimed stone,
ReplyDeleteThough the aim, it seems, was slightly unknown.
A slingshot dream, one glassy “crack,”
And a legend was born that keeps coming back.
Proof that youth, once lively and bold,
Still gets retold… and retold… when we’re old.
Yes some things are never really over with!
ReplyDeleteThat is a memorable story for sure!
ReplyDeleteOh no hahaha! We have a story or two like this in our family too.
ReplyDeleteWe knew where you were aiming, Red.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story!
ReplyDeleteOuch! But I bet they got a laugh out of it, though. Oh by brother and I got in trouble as kids too.
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