When I was a little girl, I went sledding on the hill behind the barbed wire fence,across the road from our house. There were a lot of kids with us and it was a blast! Even when one of my sisters went down it on an inner tube and hit a tree. MAN! Did she spin around it with her knee hooked to it!
Fun times!
Then another time another sister and myself decided to go inner tubing down our front lawn while we waited for the school bus to come. My dad always bought the used $5 inner tubes initially for tractors from our regular gas station. They were awesome and so much bigger than the wimpy ones they sell nowadays.
Hear me? I'm old... I said "nowadays"!
Oh, back to the mini-stories. While we were sledding, I slid underneath a barbed wire fence at the bottom of the hill and slit my eye lid. It wasn't that bad, but I thought for sure I was going to be deformed and miss school that day. The deformed thing was scary but missing school seemed exciting...
Since no one was home besides us, I went crying and bleeding to the next door neighbor, whose mom was always home and she put a mini bandaide on my eye lid and sent me back to the bus stop.
dang.
Then another time in the spring, all the snow from the hills melted and flooded our little creek that was most of the times dry. So our meadow was totally flooded. awesome... So it's a Saturday afternoon and I saw an inner tube in the garage and my brother's boat oar. AND a board. I put the board across the inner tube, using that for a seat. Put my feet up on the opposite side of the tube and paddled around the "lake". One of my sisters did the same thing.
This was better than a carnival ride!!
We had a blast until we got close to the over sized creek and the current pushed me against a barbed wire fence. The tube didn't pop, but I didn't know how I was going to get away from it. My sister got off her "boat" and stood up to her calves in water, pulling me to safety. WHEW!!!
Why is it that the only stories I remember of my youth involve something dangerous...
and barbed wire?
4 comments:
fun times indeed. My sister might have left me stuck in the barbed wire fence.
I remember tubing in the hay field growing up. It was a nice BIG hill and our goal was to be going so fast we would end up in the creek. Of course to end up in the creek, one had to go across the gravel road which would slow you down.
Once I made it INTO the creek. It wasn't fun walking home the quarter mile in wet clothes.....
LOL...thank goodness you still have your eye sight! ;-) Those were the good days that's why...when kids played and explored and made awesome memories with gruesome details. :-) Thank you for sharing and making me smile today.
Blessings,
Jill
And when our kids are grown, they will remember when they played that great Nintendo game. LOL!
Oh, wait....mine ARE grown.
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