07-18-2005, 05:40 AM
What do you mean, childhood, I still do those things now...
There was this little stand of trees beside my house, growing up. We called it "The Forest" I would have fort building competitions with my friends. Half the fun was knocking down their fort while they were looking for more deadwood to make it out of. Or maybe we were just evil.
Mudpit/wrestlemania/swimming pool was always a fun game too. After being punted outside we'd dig a giant pit in the garden and fill it out of the hose.
One summer the field next to us was planted with wheat, instead of it's regular hay. The wheat grew about five feet high and grew close enough together you couldn't see though it. Well, we stamped down mazes and forts and paths, and Ohhh we were in SO much trouble!
In the winter we'd always get snowbanks a couple meters high along our corral, and dig tunnels into them, just little bolt holes, but they were great.
Ahh, so fun!
There was this little stand of trees beside my house, growing up. We called it "The Forest" I would have fort building competitions with my friends. Half the fun was knocking down their fort while they were looking for more deadwood to make it out of. Or maybe we were just evil.
Mudpit/wrestlemania/swimming pool was always a fun game too. After being punted outside we'd dig a giant pit in the garden and fill it out of the hose.
One summer the field next to us was planted with wheat, instead of it's regular hay. The wheat grew about five feet high and grew close enough together you couldn't see though it. Well, we stamped down mazes and forts and paths, and Ohhh we were in SO much trouble!
In the winter we'd always get snowbanks a couple meters high along our corral, and dig tunnels into them, just little bolt holes, but they were great.
Ahh, so fun!