WHEN I WAS A CHILD

When I was a young man, I lived in a development that had previously been an apple orchard. We could walk around and just pick apples to our hearts content and no one minded. At the end of the growing season, the wind would dump the uneaten bounty on the ground. It was here that Mother Nature would soften them for us. We used to have the most assume "rotten" apple fights. You haven't lived until you have been hit in the ear with a rotten apple. We would walk through the woods and our friends would lay in wait to ambush us with tons of slippery, slimy, smelly , rotten apples. I think back on all my memories and smile...I was a good shot.