Haha. Didn't realize this was next when I posted yesterday. Hmm. Well, its not really an event, but when we were little, Jimmy and I (adding in random people such as Emily and Bret, or Sarah, or our siblings) used to ride our bikes to a park near us at our old house. Its kind of not the best place, but when we were little, we didn't realize that the broken glass bottles in the woods we played in meant anything more than having to watch our steps. But we used to build forts, play kickball, ride our bikes around the park. Me and Jimmy started a strange thing where we would take any item we found interesting (a cool rock, feather, shiny things... not bottle pieces) and bury them by the dugout area of the baseball field there. We called it our treasure.
While exploring the wooded area there one day we discovered a "island". Technically it was attached to land on one side so it would be a peninsula type thing. But even at that, the creek that ran through the woods was so small it really couldn't even be considered such. But we called it "Indian Head Island" based on the shape. We built bridges and forts and made signs. It was the base for many adventures.
And there you have part of my kidhood.
While exploring the wooded area there one day we discovered a "island". Technically it was attached to land on one side so it would be a peninsula type thing. But even at that, the creek that ran through the woods was so small it really couldn't even be considered such. But we called it "Indian Head Island" based on the shape. We built bridges and forts and made signs. It was the base for many adventures.
And there you have part of my kidhood.
and remember when I told you scary stories about the woods and how a bad man lived there and how he creeped the kids from Ella Canavan out? That he was a kidnapper? (we didn't know what a rapist was back then...) I was such a..... ..... bad/good kid. Kinda like Ramona in those Beverly Cleary books...
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