Mine was in the original mid-19th century toolshed near the back of the barnyard. There were old bits of harness in the rafters, remnants of horse drawn farm implements and a row of horseshoes hanging under the old workbench. On a turbo-diesel farm, there was a dusty time portal.
Love the term "gun hugger." Sopchoppy Pizza called their vegetarian pizza the Tree Hugger. While I'm not a vegetarian so not personally insulted by that, I'm still not a fan of backhanded insults. When ordering what they dubbed the Meat Lover's pizza, I always asked for the Gun Hugger's. They did not appreciate my sense of humor.
I always had a hidey-hole or a cubbyhole in my schools -- to read, alone, during recess. The one in grammar school was a snuggery tucked between two stone columns against a wall in a darkish covered hall right off the playground. It was just wide enough for me to fit between the two columns. I was invisible to all. A janitor discovered me there one day and I could tell he thought I was very odd indeed.
Actually, my first thought was "what kind of dad did he have that he had to hide from him?" and then I remembered hiding from my mother in between clothes on the racks when she would take me shopping. But yeah... the veil of innocence seems to have been stripped away. :-(
Mine was in the original mid-19th century toolshed near the back of the barnyard. There were old bits of harness in the rafters, remnants of horse drawn farm implements and a row of horseshoes hanging under the old workbench. On a turbo-diesel farm, there was a dusty time portal.
It's hard to believe nowadays that times that innocent actually existed.
"One, two, three…twenty. Ready or not, here I come!"
Roy Blount Jr, you have told the saddest children's story
from tender to deadly.
Love the term "gun hugger." Sopchoppy Pizza called their vegetarian pizza the Tree Hugger. While I'm not a vegetarian so not personally insulted by that, I'm still not a fan of backhanded insults. When ordering what they dubbed the Meat Lover's pizza, I always asked for the Gun Hugger's. They did not appreciate my sense of humor.
An alternative term is "ammosexual".
I always had a hidey-hole or a cubbyhole in my schools -- to read, alone, during recess. The one in grammar school was a snuggery tucked between two stone columns against a wall in a darkish covered hall right off the playground. It was just wide enough for me to fit between the two columns. I was invisible to all. A janitor discovered me there one day and I could tell he thought I was very odd indeed.
RE: "Should i have to make it clear...."
Actually, my first thought was "what kind of dad did he have that he had to hide from him?" and then I remembered hiding from my mother in between clothes on the racks when she would take me shopping. But yeah... the veil of innocence seems to have been stripped away. :-(