Growing up, we lived at the bottom of a big hill. We would race down the hill on anything that had wheels – bikes, skateboards, rollerskates – then climb back up to do it again. One time someone tried the same thing with his car, except it ended up parked against the tree in our front yard.
This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.
Life at the bottom catching all the ...
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ha. we rode a tire down the hill once...we lived on top of a hill and road made a thing down it...
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Loved your 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
WOW! that is great- hills and cars are irresistible ! thanks.
ReplyDeleteAll done without helmets, pads, or caution. Those were the days!
ReplyDeleteApparently you grew up in the 1930's?
ReplyDeleteLiving at the bottom of a hill can bring surprises.
ReplyDeletewhen it snows, kids can have fun skidding..
ReplyDeletea childhood memory in literature, how cute.
lovely 55.
Your 55 is great with the fun image (well, I guess it wouldn't be fun if you had been in the car back in 1923 or whenever it was taken!).
ReplyDeleteThis one made me smile. Brought back memories of being a kid and loving everything with wheels.
ReplyDeleteFun, good read.
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