greenmtnguy
Local Chapter Leader
Give me a slug- sharing a soda. Night crawlering to raise money. Snow forts and snowball fights. Put a stone in the snowball so the big kids can't swat them down. Climbing Pine trees and smelling the sticky pitch on your hands. Riding bikes with no fenders through puddles and getting a racing stripe up your back. Ball games in the back yard with neighborhood kids. Catching lightning bugs and putting them in a jar.. A praying Mantis was jackpot.Burning things with a magnifying glass. Indian sunburn- twisting your friends skin on his arm in two directions with your hands. It hurts and it does get Red. Ollie, Ollie in free-hide and seek. Trying to take the street light out with snowballs. Getting our butt smacked with the spatula. I still remember that got our attention. Shoveling the driveway before dad got home so he didn't have to do it. Wasn't a choice. Didn't need a referee for ball games. It's the rule. I still smell the Apple tree blossoms in the Spring and the peepers remind me of mom. Do you smell the new mown field? You must have been country too.