Post by Mr. Danger on Jul 10, 2002 9:57:12 GMT -5
Remember the summers of the young days. You would go outside everyday and find things to do and no complain. There was ice cream, lemonaid and pogo sticks. Your worries... what worries! Going home to your momas cooking. Oh those were the days.
When I was little I went to the pool all the time. It wasn't to bad then. Strugling to stay above the four foot water and splashing your friends with five foot waves. Don't forget playing with the toys that were laying around the baby pool.
Another summer classic was tag/jail break/all those other tag games. I remember when I lived in moundsvile we would use whole blocks and hid on peoples garages and stuff. It was a blast. One time I was running and got closed lined by an actuall close line. It knocked of my glasses and I was on my hands and knees trying to find them.
Summer sporst were fun to... hockey, footbal, basketball we played them al, especially hockey. Hockey was popular at parkview. My favorite thing is when people would slam each other against the mats and someone would always get real mad and want to fight.
So how come we can't ever think of anything to do now. But then there was always something to do. Age kills and so does money.
When I was little I went to the pool all the time. It wasn't to bad then. Strugling to stay above the four foot water and splashing your friends with five foot waves. Don't forget playing with the toys that were laying around the baby pool.
Another summer classic was tag/jail break/all those other tag games. I remember when I lived in moundsvile we would use whole blocks and hid on peoples garages and stuff. It was a blast. One time I was running and got closed lined by an actuall close line. It knocked of my glasses and I was on my hands and knees trying to find them.
Summer sporst were fun to... hockey, footbal, basketball we played them al, especially hockey. Hockey was popular at parkview. My favorite thing is when people would slam each other against the mats and someone would always get real mad and want to fight.
So how come we can't ever think of anything to do now. But then there was always something to do. Age kills and so does money.
