As a preachers kid, having my girlfriend over to the parsonage was a tricky business.
Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.
That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
We launched a tire from the roof of the parsonage during a church ladies meeting. Someone thought a dead body had fallen.
Exploring the church crawlspace on a secret mission. We thought we’d been successful until unforeseen circumstances intervened.