Innocence, sweet innocence
Check it out, I wish I could remember the ocassion that this picture was taken on. Seems like it could be Christmas or something special like that.
This wasn't that year we got into the picnic table full of booze, was it?... no, i think I was about 13 ish or so. . yeah that was when my dad got re-married, remember. The same year we set the church garbage on fire...why did we set the church garbage on fire? And did we step on the frogs because we were mad that we couldn't hit the satelite dish with the mallets or because there weren't enough cars driving on the road?...magical times.
I should have gotten a little more cropped off around the top, eh.
posted by BNCJ at 1:08 AM
2 Comments:
That picture is great. It may not have always been the best "environment" to be in, but we always made the best of it.
And Ben, YOU stomped the squealing-for-mercy frogs. I merely watched in horror. Gotta say, now that I'm an adult, I kinda wish I could go back and stomp on at least one...if I did it now, that would just make me an asshole.
Yeah, Uncle Michael's wedding was the wine & fire festival. Leave it to them to use matchbooks as a wedding souvenirs. When that bin lit up, all we did was shrug. "I don't know who did it!"
It's too bad you weren't around when I was in my homemade explosives and slingshot phase... serious.
Jon
9:32 PM
PS: Sweet post.
9:34 PM
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