High On Danger

I can vaguely recall one of the times we did this. It was in Arlington, and the name of the farmer is right on the edge of my mind. Maybe one of the two fellas that were with me can jog my memory.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

We did a lot of crazy things when we were kids, and we never thought of them as wrong, or bad; just fun. Sometimes our antics would backfire on us—actually, they almost always backfired on us—but failure never slowed us down. We drank a few beers now and then, but didn’t know about drugs. We were just high on danger… as it were.

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