Good Times On Highway To Hell *Part 2*

Childhood antics that landed my brother and me in trouble. 

I have to start with my favorite story, you’ll get a better idea of who I am. At recess, in third grade, I told the teacher I HAD to go to the bathroom. No, go back and play. Back to teacher a few minutes later I HAVE TO GO! You’re just saying that go play. I begged the teacher to let me go a few minutes later, NO. I said okay and popped my pants right in front of her. And that ended the life of my favorite purple elephant bell bottom suit.

Gramps stopped to pick up bread leaving us in-car, I may have been seven. The car was a standard on the column, I was playing like Gramps driving and somehow got the car in neutral. We were rolling out onto a major street. I hopped out trying to get the car to stop, luckily a man stopped to help about the time Gramps rounded the corner. He was in shock, we didn’t get a switch.

My youngest brother was playing on the sidewalk in front of a girl’s house. They were laughing loudly and screaming. The family owned a Saint Bernard which was protective of the girl. The dog jumped the fence, grabbed my brother by the back slinging him side to side. My older brother grabbed a two-by-four, hitting the dog many times, it would not let go and it turned to bite his arm.

We got a new puppy, and the kids were so in love. So much in love, all four kids woke up in the night a fed the dog a piece of bologna. Made the dog so sick.

My girlfriend’s yard had a slope where we would lie down and throw apples at cars until a man got out a threatened us.

My stepfather really loved boating, the problem was he knew nothing about boats. Our speed boat couldn’t pull up a skier, our houseboat was so huge he had to call a tow truck to get out of the lake.

There was a small drainage ditch in the neighborhood where we would fish for crayfish. If we caught enough, we would fry them up, yummy. I hate to think of what was in the water.

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