The Early Years
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 9
Walking out our front door and turning left. You would cross over the street that led into our development. Around a slight bend to a couple of completed homes.
Behind these homes was a holdout. A farmer who was still in operation. I recall a friend telling me that we could sneak through the fence and go watch the fish in his pond.
No Trespassing! Keep Out! What did these signs mean to us? Nothing. We crawled through the fence and made our way through the corn stalks. Near the end of one row was a very large pond. And in the pond you could see all kinds of colorful fish swimming around.
I feel like I should be blogging, or Tweeting, but this is draining enough. I don't know if I could keep up at the pace those efforts sometimes require.
I just realized that I haven't showered in a couple of days. Sure, I've eaten and slept and actually interacted with people. I just haven't made the time to shower and shave so I could keep up on the visiting memories in my mind.
Sorry. I don't mean to interrupt my story. I really do hate cliffhangers. I do not want to be dangling anything for you or for me.
I recall we were crawling from one spot to another. Watching the fish swimming in the pond. My buddy, Mark, comes to my mind, stood to go look for a piece of wood so we could 'go fishing'.
No sooner than he was on his feet there was a scream from about 100 feet away.
"Hey you kids! What are you doing on my property?!"
That he was carrying a shotgun in his hands was not lost on either of us!
We made a mad dash for the fence. I recall getting through and glancing back. He was still coming and looked like he would just crash on through his gate.
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