There was this big tree laying in back of the lockshouse that probably was blown over in a storm and was soft and pithy. It was like cooked chicken breast. We used to pretend it was food.
One day our cousin Brenda was over and I told her it was good to eat and she took a piece and started chewing on it. I chewed on a piece of it plenty of times and it never bothered me. Well she suddenly got this funny look on her face and let a scream that they probably heard all the way down in Bristol. They heard it in the house and I was in trouble.
I was told that boys aren't supposed to treat girls like that, which I couldn't understand because she was as bad as any boy I knew.
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