Thursday, June 27, 2013
This large window got me thinking. Leo once fouled off a pitch, and it shattered one of the panes on the back door leading up to our attic. Putting my hand, carefully, through the now opened space, I was able to unlock the door, and we all scrambled up the stairs to investigate the room behind my bedroom door. There was still lots of stuff, packed in boxes from the house owners before us. However, there was nothing of real value to us, just junk. We had been told though never to go into this room. It was off limits. Were there bodies? I'm sure it was because we would only get into mischief beyond this door, and they were right. The next day, unbeknownst to anyone, I removed the nails to two bottom boards right behind the door. It made for easy access to my room. I'd crawl under the back shed, to those back steps, push up the boards, pull myself up, replace the boards, head up the stairs and into the attic, cross the attic floor quietly and into my room. It was all so clandestined. I was so proud of myself. Mom was not pleased with her oldest when I showed her my deed in a few days.
Needless to say, I soon pounded nails.
I was kind of a pain!