Hahahaha I have many not-so-fond memories of the ol' wooden spoon.
We moved lived on a little farm in Tennessee until I was 5 and have many many vivid memories of that place. Trying to keep up with my Dad on the STEEEEEEEP hills, finding duck and chicken carcasses that had been got by predators, trying to hit the wiffle ball over the house, and perhaps the best one, competing with my brother to see who could pee farthest off our tree house, which was really just a flat platform nestled way up high in a fork in a big oak. It's a miracle one of us didn't die falling off that thing.
Last edited by mcninja; 12/01/17 04:24 AM.
