One Big Happy by Rick Detorie for April 18, 2023

We used a screwdriver, not a knife.

We used to jump off the garage roof into the grass clipping pile. My mother never knew that. My husband used to walk across the Willamite river on the railroad trestle.

I still have a set of Jarts.

We did that at Boy Scout camp ‘65-‘67.

All of us, and kiddos in general, used to do things that could have killed us. We didn’t realize the possible outcomes of our behaviors – plus the “fact” that back then, we were immortal! (grin)

At last! I know how mumbletypeg is played. Thanks.

Don’t even mention Lawn Darts!

I’ve done many things that I refused to tell my kids about for fear that they’d try them.

Most families had 8 or 9 kids when I was growing up. They had a few to spare in case of injury or worse.

I flipped the knife awkwardly and too high once… I still have a little scar on my forehead, right at the hairline.

I’ve played mumblety peg, and I don’t recall the pulling a peg out of the ground thing.