Throwin' Rocks and Ringin' Bells
It's spring break, there should be something exciting to do, right? Sure sure, you could go to the beach or go skiing.....but that's not cheap, and who wants to do the same thing everyone else does? So, after a few circles around Walmart we headed back to my friend Carey's house were we proceeded to sit on her front porch and count cars. Now, we waved at every car that went past and do you think that someone would wave back....no! We figured they just didn't see us, so we moved our lawn chairs to the end of her driveway and started waving and counting again. After a lull in passing cars, we proceeded to pick up small rocks and throw them across the street to see how far they would go (not very far seeing as neither of us play softball or baseball).
This became much more entertaining than you might think. We watched each thrown rock intently to see how far it would go and what its lateral movement would be. Some rocks even exploded when they hit the ground! Woo, I tell ya, it was good fun. As you can imagine, we ran out of rocks and had to find more.
Now, this whole scheme was concocted just to pass time (if you can imagine) while waiting for Carey's older brother and his friends to come home. Walking down the road picking up rocks was probably not the most intelligent looking way to wait for someone, but it worked. Needless to say, when they pulled up, stopped beside us, and asked "what the heck?," Carey and I couldn't even answer because of all our laughing. We knew we looked stupid, but did we care?.....well maybe.
And not only that. It was later pulled out of me that my family has a "Visitor Bell," a big bell that my dad attached to the top of our front porch. Yes, if you visit my house we will ring the Visitor Bell, we always have and probably always will. The Visitor Bell doubles as a "get-your-butt-home-Mitchell bell." In other words, a signal for my little brother to come back home because it is lunch or dinner time, or for some reason we need him. And yes, I have caught myself telling him (in my not-so-deep southern accent) "Now Mitchy, you better make sure you can still hear that bell ring. Don't go too far, and you know you can't hear that bell ring if you are in someone's house."
Did I mention I am the Davidson County Soil and Water Conservation Girl? Ah yeah, I should stop now.
Golly Gee, I think I do need to go away to school.
This became much more entertaining than you might think. We watched each thrown rock intently to see how far it would go and what its lateral movement would be. Some rocks even exploded when they hit the ground! Woo, I tell ya, it was good fun. As you can imagine, we ran out of rocks and had to find more.
Now, this whole scheme was concocted just to pass time (if you can imagine) while waiting for Carey's older brother and his friends to come home. Walking down the road picking up rocks was probably not the most intelligent looking way to wait for someone, but it worked. Needless to say, when they pulled up, stopped beside us, and asked "what the heck?," Carey and I couldn't even answer because of all our laughing. We knew we looked stupid, but did we care?.....well maybe.
And not only that. It was later pulled out of me that my family has a "Visitor Bell," a big bell that my dad attached to the top of our front porch. Yes, if you visit my house we will ring the Visitor Bell, we always have and probably always will. The Visitor Bell doubles as a "get-your-butt-home-Mitchell bell." In other words, a signal for my little brother to come back home because it is lunch or dinner time, or for some reason we need him. And yes, I have caught myself telling him (in my not-so-deep southern accent) "Now Mitchy, you better make sure you can still hear that bell ring. Don't go too far, and you know you can't hear that bell ring if you are in someone's house."
Did I mention I am the Davidson County Soil and Water Conservation Girl? Ah yeah, I should stop now.
Golly Gee, I think I do need to go away to school.
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