Have you ever been somehwere so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Did your best friend help you through it?
There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.
Friday afternoon in high school was a time of great anticipation. The weekend was almost there and plans had to be made.
I was headed to college unbeknownst to my parents.
Jumping from the parsonage roof with a homemade parachute couldn’t possibly end badly. Could it?
The flood at the creek nearly drown me. I never told mom what really happened.
The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
We had to climb to the peak of that mountain and live to tell the tale. Unfortunately for us, we lived in Kansas, so the nearest mountain was over 600 miles away, in Colorado.
As a preachers kid, having my girlfriend over to the parsonage was a tricky business.
The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.
That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
I snuck away from a church picnic to slide down the spillway at the lake and nearly killed myself in the process.
Exploring the church crawlspace on a secret mission. We thought we’d been successful until unforeseen circumstances intervened.