View Full Version : 1966 summer day

09-08-2008, 02:17 PM
There was a big ditch...
a great canyon of a great muddy ditch,
that ran thru our town. We built a fort
and waited for the kids in the next town
to wander over.

When we saw their ballcaps weaving in
the glare of a Georgia high noon sun,
moving closer, we crouched down and
gripped our pre-made mud balls.

As the battle escalated, we (and they)
went from throwing mud balls to mud balls
with small rocks inside to just throwing
rocks. The rocks got bigger and bigger
until someone finally got hurt. Then we
ran home and told our mothers it was
the other kids that started it. We made
our case well and settled in on bean bags
for a relaxing afternoon of eating ice cream
and brownies and watching cartoons.

Reflecting on the art of war


09-08-2008, 11:19 PM
We called em dirt-clods in Southern Ca
Half rock half dirt so hard,
you couldn't tell which fifty percent was rock9point being they were (rock-hard) :biglaugh
We had plenty a serious romp under the sones as iot were
all bloodied up lol

Fucking kids,,,,lol

09-11-2008, 07:53 AM
I've been in a mud fight once. It was more fun than anger...until my dad looked out the front door and saw what I/we were doing. :ohwell