We went to a brown looking lake the other day. It was dirty, but back in San-Angelo there is a river called the Concho and that is three times as bad. I've swam in that before...scary.
We did chicken fights. I haven't done those in soooo long. When we'd try to do them at the pool the life guards would yell all sorts of hateful things at us. I don't think it helped when I asked him how mad he would be if I pushed him and his stand in the pool. I don't re-call if he said he'd rat-tail me, or drown me. I don't remember!
On the drive, G'Pa pointed out a gate and said, "People are dying to get in there so they had to put up a fence."
"Really? why are they dying to get in there?" I ask.
"It's a cemetery."
"Oh."
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So, who lost the chicken fight?
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