Sometimes the grownups who wanted us dead weren’t even alive themselves:
Quilly!
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Just finished reading the story, Good tale, when you finally publish your book remember me with an autographed copy
Yes, great story Quilly! Did the Schwinn survive the incident also?
Bill — As I haven’t started the book — don’t hold your breath yet.
Morgan — the bike survived. The front tire was a bit egg shaped, though.
Great story Quilly, you have a way with words.
Thank you, Bazza.
Oh, my, sister! You do bring back the memories. I have lots of stories about that cemetary….most, better left untold!
You did fly a lot in those days didn’t you.
Jackie — you claim all your stories are better left untold.
Dr. John — I should have earned frequent flier points.
Now I remember! What I remember is that I DON’T remember any stories like this from my childhood! I know I DID stuff! I can remember playing on the rope swing over the creek – and I remember ridin’ bikes and go go dancing in my white go go boots — but I don’t remember detailed STORIES! I think it’s great that you DO – and that you are getting them all down on… cyberspace!!!
Melli — my childhood plays like a movie reel in my mind. To write my stories all I have to do it roll the film — and occasionally rewind and roll again.