HAHA Kewl Write ED. A place of retreat, to waterbomb any poor unsuspecting person from a great height.
We had a porch in the front of our old house, and it was enclosed.
Now the fireplace chimmney was inside the porch...it was painted over with silver, and in the cracks of the bricks, my brother would put cracka's, usually what we called double bangers, light them and we'd run like hell, and wait for the bang, then the double unhappy explosion from within the house.
We'd both clear off, but sadly the chickens always come home to roost.
Oh but it was a hell of a bang we made, worth it LOL
Hugzzzzz Ch'erie
Loved this memory of the porch, our porch as a child was a gathering place for kids. We would often gather to play games when it was raining, use it as a stage to perform great shows in the summer, share secrets as teens, sit with a date, and later visit family! A great memory you've penned and a great memory you allowed me to recall!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Ed,
Porches are GREAT. I had one as a child, and still have one now. I spend alot of time there watching my dog Blackie play. Enjoyed reading this, my friend.
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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Love & Light always and in all ways,
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We had a porch in the front of our old house, and it was enclosed.
Now the fireplace chimmney was inside the porch...it was painted over with silver, and in the cracks of the bricks, my brother would put cracka's, usually what we called double bangers, light them and we'd run like hell, and wait for the bang, then the double unhappy explosion from within the house.
We'd both clear off, but sadly the chickens always come home to roost.
Oh but it was a hell of a bang we made, worth it LOL
Hugzzzzz Ch'erie
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Porches are GREAT. I had one as a child, and still have one now. I spend alot of time there watching my dog Blackie play. Enjoyed reading this, my friend.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Eileen
nice thought....enjoyed...
Art Sun...
Thanks,
Dan