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By Jean C Prentice
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Today as I look out over the horizon, my mind goes back to the things of my childhood. The games I played with my brother and sisters, and the silly arguments that seemed to come out of nowhere. One of our favorite games was to pretend that we owned a hot dog stand. We would spend all morning gathering tin can tops for buns, yellow flowers for mustard, sweet pea leaves for relish and cat tails that we picked from a marshy area that was near by. We would then sell the makeshift hot dogs to each other. When we tired of that game we would then put our feet on the cans that we had removed the lid from and press down. This gave us a noise on our feet that for no other reason made us a little taller then we were. Another fun game was to tie my sister to a post and hurl cockle burrs at her. As fierce Indians she was the smallest of the white man, so therefore was tortured no end. My Mother was of another tribe when she captured us and with a willow stick hastily plucked as we ran for our lives taught us the true meaning what we do unto others, it will be done unto us.
We are in our later years now, but what laughter we have when the youngest of our family comes to visit. She still holds a grudge for not being on the savage Indian side, but it is only in jest and someday will get back at us.
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"One of our favorite games was to pretend that we owned a hot dog stand. We would spend all morning gathering tin can tops for buns, yellow flowers for mustard, sweet pea leaves for relish and cat tails that we picked from a marshy area that was near by. We would then sell the makeshift hot dogs to each other."
(I can just imagine, though, what your mother thought of her children handling tin can tops-ouch!) This entry is a simple and touching story of your special childhood remembrances; a lovely glimpse back into a simpler time.