X marks the spot. Well, sort of. A favorite pastime other than sports growing up was 'playing army'. We'd dress up in all our military gear and head out on our clandestine maneuvers. We were always looking for twists to make it as realistic as we could. We were always on the search for 'ememy maps' that would reveal the location for our moves. I can't remember who actually did it but one of the gang pulled the bark off an old apple tree to reveal what looked to me some sort of a map, with the location of their troops marked out. It showed little pathways that lead us to a large rock in our backyard. Truth be told of course, the pathways noted were really made by bugs working under the bark, but that didn't bother us. This was a map showing the enemy's location. We actually went to the large rock, dug around its base and found some sort of small chain. What was that all about? We talked about that 'find' for weeks. Then, of course, it was back to the reality of 12 year olds. Baseball, baseball, and more baseball at Gullivers. Summers were so long.