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.
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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