One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my painful tale begins.

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  • JoseI on Jun 29, 2009

    Nice job.

  • Elizabeth Abbott on Jun 29, 2009

    DAAAAAANG it!!!I started grimacing and dodging as soon as I realized that you were going to get busted in the head. OUCH! And then Mama took care of it! We didn’t know nothing about a hospital back then at my home. Unless someone was dead!!!!! The three seater sounds like alot of fun though! This was painfully good!! Liz

  • Duff D Moss on Jun 29, 2009

    Yikes – I too look back to when I was younger and wondered how the heck I survived. Hooray for your older sister – sounds like she had your mums sense.

  • Timothy P Stavert on Jun 29, 2009

    Ouch! Phil I can feel the pain just reading that. It\’s a shame there wasn\’t a Health and Safety officer around when you built it.
    Well written story that I bet you wish you had taken up writing earlier.

    Best Wishes

    Tim

  • Kate Smedley on Jun 29, 2009

    Ouch!! It is amazing how we got through scrapes as kids .. so glad you did though Phill. Another wonderful read, I feel like I\’m there with you!

  • Ruby Hawk on Jun 29, 2009

    Phill, You have a wonderful memory and interesting stories to tell.Your articles are a joy. Great job.

  • clay hurtubise on Jun 30, 2009

    Well told story.
    I wouldn’t say it was childhood careless, just kids being kids.
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • Momma Tells on Jul 4, 2009

    Ouch from me, too. Those are the kinds of memories it’s best to forget!

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