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Playing With Mud On A Summer's Hot Day
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The Seasons (A Cycle of Life) A scorching 108 degrees today and no where else to go.
It's so hot... hot... hot... hot... hot.
Mom expecting visitors this evening so we must wait inside.
At age 9 everything is laggard, slow, sizzling our bored minds to a crisp.
We're bored... bored... bored... bored... bored.
I know!
Let's go outside!
We go despite the burning heat.
With sun tan lotion covering our naked bodies we run around playing hide and seek.
Then it gets more boring... boring... boring... boring... and boring.
What else can we do?
We don't want to sit around and do nothing.
Going to the back yard we see this huge puddle of mud.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
We dash and jump in.
We have mud ball fights.
Cool mud covers parts of our bodies.
How refreshing... refreshing... refreshing... refreshing... absolutely refreshing.
We shout:
"I'm going to get you."
"You can't catch me!"
This is one sure fun way to beat the heat. A sure way to beat the boredom.
Our dad sees us.
Unaware of his presence, he takes the nearby hose and washes us down.
He scolds us.
Whoa, he's mad... mad... mad... mad... mad!
We're punished for the rest of the day.
Ah well.
When I think back on this moment today at least it was worth it.
hey instead of yelling at you he should have throw a bar of soap your way when he turned the garden hose on you two for one deal cool and clean at the same time...
Lol. Sounds like you had some fun. I don't think getting hsoed down is much of a punishment. Maybe, his yelling is what got to you. Personally, getting hosed down and yelled at wouldn't stop me from doing it. Haha. Good write!