Just being a kid..

Just being a kid was so much fun. I remember my friend Allen and I had many adventures. We had a BB gun club.

Yes, did we shoot outside? No, inside in the basement. We set targets four feet away on a metal table. Then we would take shots at army men or whatever and shoot them, being quick to duck under the couch, hoping there were no ricochets. Allen's common phrase, "Oh, my balls," was often heard. It was all fun and games until his mother stepped into the basement and said, "Is that my metal tray?" Then I said to Allen, "I think I need to go home and do something," and I left in a hurry.

That was a fun memory. I still hold onto it and will continue to, as long as my memory allows. That's why I'm writing this blog; if my memory is taken by another stroke, at least there will be documentation of some of the silly things I did in my life.