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Pink Elephant in the Room · Joined: 09 May 2008 Posts: 144 Location: in the corner

Just go with me on this one...

I was six years old.

We had a side yard full of desert flora. I went skating early in the day. I was very good for a six-year-old. Almost too good, and I knew it. So I decided to throw in some new tricks. There was a rock on the sidewalk... I fell in the cacti and needles punctured the entire posterior part of my body. A gazillion of those things were in me and had to be removed by the doctor...

When my Dad and I came home from the doctor's, my Grandfather and my Mom were digging up all the cacti in the side yard. Now it was nothing but mud. Of course, I couldn't sit nor lay on my back side. My plans to go trick or treating with my girl friend down the street were nixed.

I had a "better" idea! I took out my blue wagon and grabbed the wax paper from my Mom's cabinet. I found the wash bucket and my sand pail for the beach. Putting all of those things together, I went over to the side yard and began to make "mud cookies" to hand out that night. I must have made four or five dozen that after noon, wrapping each one of those specially made goody in wax paper.

That night, as I lay on my tummy with my Dad sitting on a chair next to me, we handed out candy to all of the neighbor kids. I told my Dad that I made special cookies for my friends, too. He had no idea what I had in my little blue wagon. I dropped the dried "cookies" in each of my friends' bags and wished them all a Happy Halloween!