Drunkfox's blog: "things and stuff and then some"

share your fondest childhood memory...no sad stuff tho this is happy time dammit

when i was growing up we had a big hill next to my house and my best friend had a radio flyer wagon with slats and so all the neighborhood kids would go to the top of the hill and fly down it....we lived on a dead end street but if a car came the spotters at the bottom would yell "CAR!" and we would stop...and by stopping i mean we usually went ass over teakettle from tipping the wagon