We would roll a ball into the pocket every once and awhile when we were downstairs in the cellar. It kept her parents from coming downstairs and ruining our fun. Ahhh… the days of being young teenagers and wanting to explore the ins and outs of nature and other things.
gobblingup Premium Member over 13 years ago
Sounds like my house, father’s complaint and all :-)
mrgerry298 over 13 years ago
please add this one to my favorites nd list that I now have
8arkay over 13 years ago
When all got quiet, Mom would come see what we were up to.
gmonica52 over 13 years ago
Yes, silence is when you have to worry!
michael.p.pumilia over 13 years ago
We would roll a ball into the pocket every once and awhile when we were downstairs in the cellar. It kept her parents from coming downstairs and ruining our fun. Ahhh… the days of being young teenagers and wanting to explore the ins and outs of nature and other things.
buttwax over 13 years ago
I can’t see it on my screen, only a question mark.