Ah , the world of little boys! How do they know they have "missed" with a toy gun? Was it the first person to "call it" who gets to decide whether it was a hit or miss? Such a mystery to a mom. I can just see those Koolaid red mustaches, hear the voice of mother calling, smell those sweet, damp, sweaty little boys. Sad that little boys are mostly sitting staring at a screen these days. They don't know what they are missing. Thanks for the memories you gave me with this evocative writing.
Scott, this is such a great read - I can't wait for more! :D
Thanks Rebecca, I have fond memories of playing army with my friends.
Ah , the world of little boys! How do they know they have "missed" with a toy gun? Was it the first person to "call it" who gets to decide whether it was a hit or miss? Such a mystery to a mom. I can just see those Koolaid red mustaches, hear the voice of mother calling, smell those sweet, damp, sweaty little boys. Sad that little boys are mostly sitting staring at a screen these days. They don't know what they are missing. Thanks for the memories you gave me with this evocative writing.
Thanks, Sharron. We used to play for hours each night. There are too many screens today for sure.