After leaving the city and moving to a farm with my mother and step dad, I decided to build a tree house. Not like I had to worry about my sisters wanting anything to do with it, but I wanted it high. Really high, just to make sure they would never get any ideas about eviction and disposition. In a ginormous white oak. Far away from the house. It was good fun until I backed off the edge while building the floor. My mother heard me scream on the way down (from nearly a quarter mile away), then got mad when I didn’t respond to her immediately and came to the “job site” to determine my lack of response. Not worried or concerned, just mad that I didn’t answer her. I was still trying to figure why I was still alive and how I was going to get some air back in my lungs after landing miraculously safe flat on my back. The tree house was condemned by higher authority, and my sisters’ snickers still burn in my memories.I didn’t want nor need playground equipment. Hated height, and was part of my responsibility as a farm kid.
A hay mow can be a great place for a rope swing when empty. Could be high and treacherous when full.
Hanging blower pipe on a 40’ silo could be a challenge.
Better yet climbing the silo in January to throw sileage down. Doors were always wet and slick.
Nah, the other kids could play on the Jungle Gym……wasn’t a novelty to me.
Chipped a tooth and bruised a couple ribs off the steel monkey bars.After leaving the city and moving to a farm with my mother and step dad, I decided to build a tree house. Not like I had to worry about my sisters wanting anything to do with it, but I wanted it high. Really high, just to make sure they would never get any ideas about eviction and disposition. In a ginormous white oak. Far away from the house. It was good fun until I backed off the edge while building the floor. My mother heard me scream on the way down (from nearly a quarter mile away), then got mad when I didn’t respond to her immediately and came to the “job site” to determine my lack of response. Not worried or concerned, just mad that I didn’t answer her. I was still trying to figure why I was still alive and how I was going to get some air back in my lungs after landing miraculously safe flat on my back. The tree house was condemned by higher authority, and my sisters’ snickers still burn in my memories.
I mean.. When she's laying down on her back there's a chance it could be right.
Yup, I know exactly how that happened though. Tatoo artist traced the design out on the contact paper to apply it to the skin, and didn't account for the mirror imageI mean.. When she's laying down on her back there's a chance it could be right.
Never go to a fast food restaurant and have the computer go down - and then accept cash only.
I taught my grandkids to read an analog clock. I explained it once.Never go to a fast food restaurant and have the computer go down - and then accept cash only.
Because WE ALL KNOW - a $2.50 item when given a five spot will result in $3.50 back!!!!!
I have students that CANNOT TELL TIME On an analog clock!!!!!!!