Most people I know have a few stories of their childhood tucked away deep inside their pockets. With a little coaxing, (usually over a beer or two,) they pull them out and share them. Often I’ve heard a friend say, “I had completely forgotten that story.” Yet, there it was, just waiting to be picked up and held for a while. Once told, a common bond unites the storyteller and the listener to another place and time of misspent youth.
I encourage you to dig deep in your own pockets, pull out a childhood story, dust it off and send it to this blog.