Thursday, November 20, 2008
behind neighbors
Just about a week ago, I was "between a rock and a hard place". I was playing catch with my brother in my backyard, and punted the ball over the fence into my behind neighbor’s yard. Now, you’re probably thinking no big deal, just go get it. Well, these people are scary. It is the real life Sandlot. There have been many frightening incidents in the past, one involving me and 2 friends being adventurous and trying to “spy” on a little party they were having. Well, let’s just say it ended up with a fire cracker, a fake bb gun, and me falling off the ladder and running away half laughing half being scared beyond belief. Even though I know they would never intentionally hurt us, they are pretty intimidating, with their rather odd characters that come and go from their property every day, to the 4 vicious (I’m sure their not as bad as my imagination has made them out to be after all of these years) dogs that bark constantly at us while we are outside. Anyways, my brother really needed that ball for recess, and I needed to jump over and get it. I guess I should have just gone over to their doorbell, but I don’t think they like me very much. So I crept through some yards to get to the side of their fence, and I jumped over. When I was in, everything just turns on and you get the feeling of being like a Marine. I ran at the ball and as I was running, guess what, the dogs came out. I luckily jumped over the fence fast before they could maul (probably just sniff) me. I skinned my knees jumping over, because I don’t have the biggest hops, but I got the ball back and I think I probably should have just asked them for the ball, because they probably aren’t as bad as I think they are.
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Ahhhh - High adventure! Great story, John.
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