We waded through drainage ditches to catch box turtles. We jammed the muzzles of our air rifles into the ground and then fired the dirt clods at each other. We took turns hurling the “Unspunetz Stone” as high in the air as we could. We played with sheep and got ticks the size of quarters in our hair that our mothers burned out with their cigarettes. We smoked “cigars” that were actually dead, rolled-up rhododenron leaves. We built mud forts from which we waged mudball fights with each other. We jumped off a small cliff into the dead leaves that piled up below. We ate tunafish sandwiches for lunch that had been sitting in a brown paper sack in the sun all morning. We didn’t know any better.
Ahhh, great memories. What’s an “Unspunetz Stone”?