My Dad is 72 years old tomorrow and I love to hear him talk about his childhood now. Of course, there were times when they would bore me to death. But I cherish them now. I am from a small town known for its gravel and we have a lot of gravel pits. Dad and I were trying to out do each other with gravel pit stories from our childhood the other day. Swimming in the deep blue water the pits created, the pits were the town's lover's lane and playground! He finally told a story I'd never heard about finding dynomite and him and his best friend would light and through in the "blue swimming hole". At that point I said okay you WIN!!!
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4 months ago
