When I was a kid I’d take a trip, every summer down to Missasipp to visit my granny and her antebellum world. I’d run bare foooted all day long,climing trees, free as a song, one day I happened to catch myself a squirel. So I stuffed him down in an old shoe box and punched a couple holes in the top and when Sunday came I snuck him into church. Sitting way back in the very last pew showing him to my good buddy Hugh, when that squirel got lose and when totaly bezerk. What happened next is hard to tell some thought it Heaven others thought it h-ll,but the fact that something was among us was plain to see. As the choir sang “I surrender all” the squirel ran up Harve Newmans coveralls and Harve leaped to his feet and said “Somethings got hold on me !!”
As a child (8years old) I wanted a tree house so bad. I asked my Dad If we could build one. He said “son we have no trees.” So I thought ,what about a club house ,again he said “son we have no clubs” so I saved up my allowance and after the whole summer had almost gone by, I had enough to buy myself a tent. I “camped” In that tent every weekend till it got to cold. The next spring came around ,but by the time it got warm enough to “camp” I had gotten to big for the tent and couldn’t sleep in it. ……AAHHH GOOD TIMES
Wait for it….wait for it……GOTCHA………!!