Friday, July 29, 2011

The Dam

No one knew why we were building a dam across the creek.  It was a neighbourhood project which invariably ended with us sloshing home, rubber boots full of water from when we got too deep or simply fell in, hoping we wouldn’t get yelled at when we got there.  If we did, I don’t remember.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.
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  1. Brian MillerJuly 29, 2011 at 7:02 AM

    makes me think of some of the grand projects we came up with as kids...digging subterrainean houses...well we only dug about 2 feet down...lol

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  2. G-ManJuly 29, 2011 at 7:07 AM

    Your very first post AND your first 55?
    Fantastic job!
    I hope you found this to be challenging, creative, and fun!
    It's strange when and where you finf writing inspiration.
    Loved your 55
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End!

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  3. MonaJuly 29, 2011 at 10:21 AM

    We got yelled at often enough, but that never stopped us ;)

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  4. Maude LynnJuly 29, 2011 at 1:25 PM

    I remember doing this when I was a kid. Great 55!

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  5. StrangerJuly 30, 2011 at 10:53 PM

    Sounds like a fun and nearly impossible project (which adds to the fun).
    Great 55.

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  6. Poetic SoulAugust 5, 2011 at 4:34 AM

    Reminds me of a book I read in grade 1 about monkey business, this monkey which worked endlessly and no one appreciated.

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