Chapter 3: Milky
With the coming of Easter also comes 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. The name of the trench was called Milky. And there gather all the boys of our street, we would go speeding up and down" Milky" in Mr.Kerry's boat.
Milky, was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood learned also 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 us in the middle. This called for desperate action a frantic scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming.
Going swimming in "Milky" was not however approved by my Aunt Yvonne. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for leaving home 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 the bank's of Milky looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrubs. 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 us with a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our bottoms. Picture that? In total humiliation as we walked down the street. The girls of the neighborhood to see and laugh at us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get more lashes not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May be we wait till dusk? Still not good a proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.
Once upon an Easter.
Attached painting{ NO WAR}you may contact me on art or view on saatchiart.com
With the coming of Easter also comes 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. The name of the trench was called Milky. And there gather all the boys of our street, we would go speeding up and down" Milky" in Mr.Kerry's boat.
Milky, was the water way where all the boys in the neighborhood learned also 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 us in the middle. This called for desperate action a frantic scramble to the shore line suddenly we were swimming.
Going swimming in "Milky" was not however approved by my Aunt Yvonne. Therefore after concocting lies as to our reason for leaving home 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 the bank's of Milky looking for our cloths which we hid under some shrubs. 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 us with a big dilemma how do we get home without cloths? Hands between our legs and over our bottoms. Picture that? In total humiliation as we walked down the street. The girls of the neighborhood to see and laugh at us; then licks like peas when we got home. And if you don’t holler loud you get more lashes not an easy proposition never the less, we have to journey home. May be we wait till dusk? Still not good a proposition dusk is chilly and cold mosquitoes and Sand flies bite your tail.
Once upon an Easter.
Attached painting{ NO WAR}you may contact me on art or view on saatchiart.com
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