I had my prepubescent knees up in the air, laying in the tub with my little fun pot directly beneath a trickle of water.
My mother walked in and I remember smiling at her, saying, "This feels good!"
We both remember it vividly.
I had found the reason for existence. School, church, shopping, playing outside... it had all been a useless, dull prelude to finding the faucet!!
Now I know I've lived a sheltered life.
Bet you were a clean kid, Lash.
Hmmm..... seems there are different strokes for different fun pots.
Yep, there's more than one way to get to the top of the slide. Some kids used the ladder, some went up the slide. Not me, I shimmied up the pole
Oh wow! The first time I new the fun pot was for more than peeing was in 6th grade when I climbed the rope up to the top of the gym. And rang the bell.
With a BIG smile on your face, right?
Howling!!!!
Littlek was a world champion rope climber!!!
I was gooood. I must have climbed that rope faster then and more often then anyone else in my class.
Yeah, I went down the slide a whole lot!
Why in the hell did I have to leave this thread last night. I missed all the excitement.
The equivalent for me was when I was a wee lad and decided to stick my thing in a knothole on a tree. Just for kicks. I put it in, then pulled it out. I thought, "Wait a minute, Gustav, that friction feels pretty good." So I repeated the action. Again. And again. And again.
Bits of bark were flying and the birds of the forest took flight when I released my primal scream.
And the insects inside probably never knew what hit them.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:...And the insects inside probably never knew what hit them.
..nor did Gus when, two weeks later, he was diagnosed
with Dutch Elm disease...
He relives it each time he gets a woodie.
Let him not get root rot..
And simple aphids suck out the liquids and make it shrivel up and die.
J_B wrote:Yeah, I went down the slide a whole lot!
and rode my bananna seat bike "sideways' too.. hhehe
