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Maybe I was a weird kid but does anyone remember making mud pies and/or playing in the mud puddles before your mom yelled? I miss those days.
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Eh, you're not so weird. I seem to remember getting into trouble for bombing our neighbors' house with mud pies... but they really were mean people and deserved every last drop of mud coating their windows and siding...
And there was a big field at the end of our street that would have great big mud puddles after it rained. We would place plywood in the middle of the biggest puddle and pretend it was a boat and we were explorers or pirates... If it was after a really heavy rain storm, we could even get our "boat" to move around!
You know, I would never want to live my childhood over again, but sometimes I would like to go back for just a day.
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Tom Sawyer had his raft, we had ours