How Spoiled Was I

I was born the youngest of two boys in 1947 . The only chores I had was to get up and eat breakfast ; go to school ; collect rocks ; play with horny toads ; or dig holes in the yard to play marbles . And I couldn't even do that without getting into trouble . My mother got mad at me for leaving half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches under the pillow for her to find when she made the bed in the mornings . For some reason it made an awful mess on her snow white sheets . My mother was home room mother in my first grade and best of friends with the teacher . I had to walk a whole two and a half blocks home from school , so one day when I came home covered in Oklahoma red clay mud she imediately called the teacher up and asked her what on earth I had dome at school to get so muddy . The teacher told her that I was clean when I left the school . My mother stripped me off naked as a jay bird out side and hosed me off with garden hose gave me a quick bath and marched me back down to have a face to face talk with the teacher and her . They cornered me and ask me what I had done to get so muddy on the way home and I explained to them that I had went through the alley on the way home and found a nice big red mud puddle and decided to play " Aligator" My mother was not a happy camper because the Oklahoma Red Clay dosn't wash out very easy with a wringer washer .

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Tom Cormier (website) on Monday, 25 July 2011 20:59

First, thank you so much for reminding me about digging marble holes in the dirt. I forgot all about that. Great memory. You've inspired me to write stories about some mischief I caused as a young lad. Boys will be boys. Great story. Playing "alligator" in the red mud. Thanks son!

First, thank you so much for reminding me about digging marble holes in the dirt. I forgot all about that. Great memory. You've inspired me to write stories about some mischief I caused as a young lad. Boys will be boys. Great story. Playing "alligator" in the red mud. Thanks son!
Charles William Spratt (website) on Monday, 25 July 2011 21:19

that's a story my mother didn't let me forget

that's a story my mother didn't let me forget