Anthony J Grant wrote:A childhood memory,
Growing up on a horse farm my brothers and myself would spend our summer vacation building forts and hidouts all over the farm and camping out with our friends,"Pre ATARI days." My mother had wrote a short story "The Hobo Hilton" for a paper or Readers Digest or somthing describing one of our creations in great detail, even sketching out an illistration for the story. The story described all the childhood antics you would expect but she also put into words how proud she was of her sons. She doesnt remember what happend to the story but with her permision Im taking it's name as a reminder of a simpler time, a time spent with friends on warm summer night's and the pride one gets from building somthing you can enjoy with family and friends. Thanks Mom!
Chip wrote:Named mine when I started building,,, The first was the Pickle Palace and the second was the Pickle INN,,, the newt one might just be called pickled,, The dang thing already drove me to drakin and I havent even glued any wood together,,,,, awwwww but time and patience will prevail,,,, Course time its over It may be the Toad King
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Chip wrote:NOOOOOOO,,, as in jerkin a teardrop all over the place,,,,,
But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.
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