You can tell as many experiences you like. I will read each one. I have had similar things happen, Not quite as many as you though. I know they get embedded in our brains, and sometimes surface. I wish I had answers. PS I change the word stories to experiences. stories sounds to me like fiction.
Not at all. Look how much i've been writing, I've never "talked" this much in my whole life. It's like i'm Re experiencing my life, My memories. Details are coming out that I had forgotten about. I'm probably boring everybody, because they only really mean something to me. If I can be honest without sounding crazy makes me think/feel In the back of my mind that my end is coming soon. It's like I have to jot down my story before it's too late. I have never found including you so many interesting people to "talk" too, as here on SOC, I am very fortunate. S
Your sure not boring me Tony, I like talking to you about me. And of course I like talking to you about you too. Tell me one of your stories, please.
We butchered our own meat too. Cows, pigs, and chickens. We slaughtered, cut, and wrapped it all. My grandparents raised all the livestock. They were farmers. Later on after they died, my parents kept the farm and continued to raise cattle for all of us to eat. We had all the butchering equipment to to get the job done right. I also grew up eating all kinds of wild game. I use to help my dad skin the squirrels and rabbit. I could probably do it myself if I had too, but I don't want too, nor do I want to eat wild game anymore! I haven't for decades.
As a child I remember seeing a rabbit that my grandmother had skinned. My memory tells me someone said she used a straw to skin the critter. Has anyone heard of this method?
One cold and blistery night in Brooklyn me and 4 of my friends were huddled in a doorway for protection. I said, " we need a place we're we could meet without freezing our a....off." We didn’t want to meet in one of our homes. Heaven forbid our parents should hear what we were talking about. I said, "I have an idea. Why don't we use the boarded up house next to the Frick house? No one is living there, a perfect place for our clubhouse." The house was on a diagonal across the street from where I lived. I said, " we have to be quiet, so Mrs Frick doesn't hear us." She and Mrs William across the street were the blocks watchdogs. They watch us kids like a hawk, " they put the Johnny pump on again, or knock off the screaming or if that ball hits my house, I'm keeping it." Tommy went and got flashlights. His father had plenty. We quietly snuck around to the rear of the house and jimmyed the backdoor open. I said, " Let's search all the rooms, make sure no bums are living here." Back then, we didn't call them homeless. They were bums like the baseball team. The building had three floors that we had to search as well as a cellar. On the second floor, we found a room without windows perfect for our clubhouse. Our light wouldn't be visible from outside. The five of us climbed the stairs to inspect the third floor. At the top of the stairs, there was a landing and one door. I turned the knob and tried to open the door it wouldn't open. I told my friends, "Move aside." I went as far back as I could without falling down the stairs. I charged the door with my left shoulder, I hit that door as hard as I could, and I bounced off. It was solid. We stood there contemplating what to try next. All of a sudden, the door started squeeking and opening by itself. Well, you never saw 5 chickens fly down those stairs. When we reached ground level, we stopped and listened for foot sounds following us, there were none. We got the coverage to go up two flights and reach the third floor and inspected the room up there, it was clear. We wondered for a long time what could have opened that door without coming up with answers. We were able to use that back room as a clubhouse for about a week until Mrs Frick caught us using the house. That's a story for another day.
They say that you never really learn a subject until you try to teach others about it. It's fascinating that in the process of teaching about ourselves, we adopt the other person's perspective, and in doing so we de-clutter our thoughts.
LOL, I can see you guys when that opened, did you ever figure out what happened? I think ghost do have a sense of humor I'm waiting for the 'rest of the story' now. I'm cleaning so be in and out.