Oh, yes. This brought back memories. I always dressed as a bum. I just put on my brother/s clothes that were way too big for me. It was easy. We lived in the country. The houses were all about half a mile apart....So we begged for a ride downtown, where there was only a population then of 1300. It was fun and there was always one or two houses we were afraid to go into because witches answered the door and scared the crap out of us. The bigger kids, in high school, would go out and turn over outhouses that still stood by some of the barns. The Basketball team would bring out one of their dad's Farmall Tractor and put the manure spreader on the back, then drive it to their most rival basketball team at a nearby town and spread manure down their main street. To me, that was the best trick of all. It was always in the paper next day with pictures of the main street, now smelling sweet of manure and fly laden. It was better than our homecoming parades, though they were fun. I love having memories....as it reminds me I'm still alive. Thanks for helping me dig them up on my least desired "hollow day".
It's never too late....but those were the old days and kids could have fun w/o harming anyone. The consequences now would not be good, I'm thinkin' lol
My brothers, all three of them 🙄, always dressed as Hobo’s, meanwhile I dressed as a princess. Then my little sister was born, she was the princess and I was the queen!😂
Oh, yes. This brought back memories. I always dressed as a bum. I just put on my brother/s clothes that were way too big for me. It was easy. We lived in the country. The houses were all about half a mile apart....So we begged for a ride downtown, where there was only a population then of 1300. It was fun and there was always one or two houses we were afraid to go into because witches answered the door and scared the crap out of us. The bigger kids, in high school, would go out and turn over outhouses that still stood by some of the barns. The Basketball team would bring out one of their dad's Farmall Tractor and put the manure spreader on the back, then drive it to their most rival basketball team at a nearby town and spread manure down their main street. To me, that was the best trick of all. It was always in the paper next day with pictures of the main street, now smelling sweet of manure and fly laden. It was better than our homecoming parades, though they were fun. I love having memories....as it reminds me I'm still alive. Thanks for helping me dig them up on my least desired "hollow day".
Dang. I wish we had thought of spreading manure around. Thanks for sharing, Kate.
It's never too late....but those were the old days and kids could have fun w/o harming anyone. The consequences now would not be good, I'm thinkin' lol
My brothers, all three of them 🙄, always dressed as Hobo’s, meanwhile I dressed as a princess. Then my little sister was born, she was the princess and I was the queen!😂
Well, that’s cool. I didn’t know I had a queen as a subscriber. 😊 Thanks, Marguerite.
Ha! I’m still the queen! You know, once a queen, always a queen! 🤣
Queen is a lifetime job.
It sure is! A queens has to queen, it’s a full time job! 🤷🏻♀️🤣