spartacus53
Banned
- Jul 5, 2009
- 10,503
- 1,073
- Detector(s) used
- Ace 250
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
Dares for the most part were bets that were oft times safe, once in a while you would get a dare that was a bit dangerous. I would almost accept any bet, so long as I thought I was able to pull it off. If I had my doubts, I would back off. Many of our bets ranged in your speed, cunning and a heck of a sense in timing.
As kids, we knew many of the neighbors by name and were always courteous, but if we didn't know the name we would just give them one
It's funny that even when I was talking with my childhood friends some names we didn't know, but we knew the name we gave them. One I had mentioned earlier was Ritchie Rheingold, aptly named for the beer he drank by the boatload. The guy I will talk about now was "The old Italian".
"The old Italian", never really spoke to many people in our area because his English was poor, but he was still a nice man. The best part about him was that he had a great garden, that was his pride and joy. He had tons of veggies and even a fruit bearing fig tree. Needless to say, I was given the dare to capture some of that fruit. He did have a nice sized fence around his yard, but at 5-6 foot it wasn't enough to keep "Spiderman" out.
I was fast, loved climbing, jumping, tumbling, you name it; so this was going to be a piece of cake for me. Once I got up the guts, I sprang into action, darting across the street and let the momentum carry me up the fence and flip over it. Once inside the yard by the tree, I would grab as many figs as I could and dump them down my Tee shirt and bolt back over the fence before he knew what hit him. I think I learned a few choice Italian words that day, but had fresh fruit to share with my friends.
We always had plenty to eat on our block, besides him we had Miss White who had a peach tree and Mrs Wiggins who had a grapevine in her backyard. Those were the days
As kids, we knew many of the neighbors by name and were always courteous, but if we didn't know the name we would just give them one
It's funny that even when I was talking with my childhood friends some names we didn't know, but we knew the name we gave them. One I had mentioned earlier was Ritchie Rheingold, aptly named for the beer he drank by the boatload. The guy I will talk about now was "The old Italian". "The old Italian", never really spoke to many people in our area because his English was poor, but he was still a nice man. The best part about him was that he had a great garden, that was his pride and joy. He had tons of veggies and even a fruit bearing fig tree. Needless to say, I was given the dare to capture some of that fruit. He did have a nice sized fence around his yard, but at 5-6 foot it wasn't enough to keep "Spiderman" out.
I was fast, loved climbing, jumping, tumbling, you name it; so this was going to be a piece of cake for me. Once I got up the guts, I sprang into action, darting across the street and let the momentum carry me up the fence and flip over it. Once inside the yard by the tree, I would grab as many figs as I could and dump them down my Tee shirt and bolt back over the fence before he knew what hit him. I think I learned a few choice Italian words that day, but had fresh fruit to share with my friends.
We always had plenty to eat on our block, besides him we had Miss White who had a peach tree and Mrs Wiggins who had a grapevine in her backyard. Those were the days
