MEMORIES

MEMORIES

When I was a kid, I dug a big fox hole in the back corner of our backyard. I loved to play 'army'. It was about five foot diameter and about a foot deep. I could lay in there and pretend I was hiding from the enemy. I used to bring my little army men back there and set them up, too.

There's still a depression in that spot in my parents yard. No one will ever guess where it came from.