DAILY POST CHALLENGE

THANK YOU BUT NO THANK YOU.  ANOTHER CHALLENGE, I AM DECLINING EXCEPT FOR REPORTING ON A CHILDHOOD MEMORY.  MAYBE YOU HAVE SOME CREATIVE IDEAS.

Topic #283: If you found $1000 worth of superballs, and had a free afternoon, what creative use could you put them towards? Can you think of a clever way to use them or a prank you could pull on a friend or co-worker? Write about it.

The childhood memory.  We had a cranky, nasty neighbor.  He was particularly annoyed if one of the  balls my brother and I bounced over his hedge.  We played a kind of handball against the garage behind our house.  If we tried to retrieve a ball, the neighbor would come out of his house and shake his fists at us.

My father was anything but confrontational, but at one point, he’d had enough.  He bought us a hundred pink rubber  Spaulding’s and then for several weeks joined us in our evening ball playing and laughing every time one of our balls landed next door.  Sometimes he’d go get it, other times he’d just get another one from the basket.

And, not feeling very creative, I’d give the balls out come Halloween and give those that didn’t bounce out of my possession to a trick or treat bag to the local YMCA.

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2 Comments

    • Loved Halloween and I really sad my grandchildren are going to probably miss that small town out on your own, feeling a bit bad, but perfectly safe feeling I had on Halloween when I was young. Doubt that the world is any less safe now, sad our kids have so much less freedom.

      And I miss playing witch when the kids came to us. Last year we had two kids. I have made some friends of the kids around here, but expect we won’t get more than a handul. Sad. Stay strong.

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