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With the coming of Easter also comes Easter showers
and Campbellville always floods. Mr.
Kerry our neighbor had a speed boat which he would float down to the wide
trench at the back of our homes called Milky.
And there gather all the boys of the street and we would go speeding up and
down the trench. This was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood
learned how to swim.
Peter one of the older boys would lead us out to the
middle of “Milky” floating on a log then take the log away and leave you in the
middle. This called for desperate action frantic scramble to the shore line
suddenly we were swimming. Going to swimming
in Milky was not however approved by my aunt. Therefore after concocting lies
as to our reason for leaving the house we would end up at “Milky” swimming
naked as we were born. Best way to swim one felt a sense of freedom. After
swimming for hours we return to banks looking for our cloths which we hid under
some shrub. Only to discover to our
horror that they were gone. My older
cousin while we were having fun had crept up and grabbed our cloths. This
presented a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our bottoms.
Picture that? Total humiliation as we
walked down the street the girls of the neighborhood to see us and laugh at us;
then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get
more licks not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May
be we wait till dusk? Still not good proposition dusk is chilly and cold
mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.
Once upon an Easter.
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