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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