Hello to all, I'm another new guy and I thought I would tell you about my first cache of long ago.
I lived in the outskirts of a small town, me and a little friend were playing in the back yard, we must've been about 7 yrs. old at the time. Anyway we noticed the old fellow next door come out and bury something in his back yard. We just knew he had buried a bunch of money or something of value. He looked around as he was finishing and put his shovel on the back porch. We sneaked around the side of my house and watched for a little while. It wasn't too long before he came out the front door and headed towards town. We just knew he had hid his treasure so nobody would get it while he was gone.
We waited for a little while, probably every bit of two min., and headed out back and around our chicken yard. We thought we would sneak into the old fellows yard from the back side as he was a grumpy old guy and most of us kids were scared of him.
We found the spot he had buried his treasure and as the ground was loose, we started scratching the loose dirt with our hands. WOW, we had found it, you could hear us screaming and hollering for a mile. We had found it alright, where the old fellow had buried his used razor blades.
Our fingers were sliced to ribbons, I ran home screaming as did my little friend. My mom was terrified at first, I thought I was going to die. After she cleaned and bandaged my fingers, I told her what had happened and I heard those famous words " Just wait til your father comes home" you know you aren't supposed to go over there.
My dad did come home, it seemed to take forever and I got a good talking to about respecting other people's property. Then I go a sound whoopin. Dad also took me over the the old fellow's house and made me apologize. True story.
I lived in the outskirts of a small town, me and a little friend were playing in the back yard, we must've been about 7 yrs. old at the time. Anyway we noticed the old fellow next door come out and bury something in his back yard. We just knew he had buried a bunch of money or something of value. He looked around as he was finishing and put his shovel on the back porch. We sneaked around the side of my house and watched for a little while. It wasn't too long before he came out the front door and headed towards town. We just knew he had hid his treasure so nobody would get it while he was gone.
We waited for a little while, probably every bit of two min., and headed out back and around our chicken yard. We thought we would sneak into the old fellows yard from the back side as he was a grumpy old guy and most of us kids were scared of him.
We found the spot he had buried his treasure and as the ground was loose, we started scratching the loose dirt with our hands. WOW, we had found it, you could hear us screaming and hollering for a mile. We had found it alright, where the old fellow had buried his used razor blades.
Our fingers were sliced to ribbons, I ran home screaming as did my little friend. My mom was terrified at first, I thought I was going to die. After she cleaned and bandaged my fingers, I told her what had happened and I heard those famous words " Just wait til your father comes home" you know you aren't supposed to go over there.
My dad did come home, it seemed to take forever and I got a good talking to about respecting other people's property. Then I go a sound whoopin. Dad also took me over the the old fellow's house and made me apologize. True story.