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September 18, 2006
Saddle Your Pony
This is a story mom and dad recently told.
Up until the time I was 4-years old (and some change) we lived in Middletown, Ohio. This would have been 1964.
Across the street lived a little boy about my age. His name was Steevie.
One day Steevie dropped by the house to visit. Alone. This was uncommon.
"Where are your mom and dad?" asked one of my parents.
"They're playing horsey," replied Stevie.
Conversation was probably replaced with milk and cookies at this point.
Posted by delmer at September 18, 2006 11:53 AM
Comments
Thankfully, it was mom and dad and not dad and Aunt Carol or mom and the milkman.
Posted by: Rob at September 18, 2006 12:17 PM
oh my!
Posted by: dyna at September 18, 2006 5:27 PM
In a discussion with Big D I was relating the story about you and Jerry C. housesitting while Jerry's parents were away. You coming home with scratches on you shoulders and back and telling me that you both had been wrestling in Jerry's driveway. I gave him a little info-like flagin' down the wrong vehicle for help but---you will have to fill in the "rest of the story". Your Dad didn't know about this one. Love
Posted by: Granny at September 19, 2006 8:32 AM
Maaaaaahmmm,
Jerry and I were not playing horsey. We were crashing a car.
Posted by: delmer at September 19, 2006 11:02 AM