March 16, 2017 at 9:08 am · Filed under Good stuff, Mostly true, the good old days ·Tagged prowling the neighborhood, riding our bikes, Sleeping in the back yard, sneaking into the neighbor's yard, the good old days, youthful mischief
This is an excerpt from my short story, You Kids Git Outta My Yard. <—- Click on the title if you’d like to read the story,
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