All the weeds in this pictures seem to indicate this barn is not used much, but it reminded me of something one of my brothers and I did one time.I don't remember how old we were, but we were in a barn up the road from our house. It is one he now owns, but back then it might have belonged to the previous owners. On past that barn was this creek...it had a kind of swampy feel about it. I don't ever remember doing much there...just one of those places you don't pay much attention to.
I know sometimes it would have big orange fish in it and we had no idea where they came from...and I am still not sure what they were. I don't know if they were fish people had in aquariums and turned loose there or what....down there, at that time, was not an area where people had aquariums.
Anyway, back to the point of this little story.....
I don't have any idea what my brother and I were doing, but we were up in that barn. He had an old homemade bow. There were a couple other kids out by the creek....they would probably have been about a block away from us...just to give you an idea of how far away they were. Of course by the barn were all kinds of stick weeds...my brother would have me sneak and get some of the weeds...it was late fall so they were dry and could just be broken off.
I don't know what he used to give the stick weeds weight enough to fly, but he used something and would shoot them almost straight up while aiming through a crack in the barn wall. (The 'arrow' was actually sticking through the crack.) I don't remember how many he shot before one hit close enough to the boys for them to even have a clue...I am not sure they ever knew for sure what was going on. I can remember them glancing around like they heard them hit. And I remember us just laughing and thinking we were really being funny....
I have no idea what possessed us to do that...I am sure we could have hurt someone. We were not trying to hurt them...we didn't even know them. I suppose we just wanted to be mysterious, or just the fact that they didn't know we were there was funny.
The things kids do . . . . lol
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this story with us. I really like this picture of the barn. It may not be in use now, but it has a lot of character.
ReplyDeleteA fine barn and silo shot. Looks good nestled in the weeds. A great story of your youthful adventures!
ReplyDeleteI like this old barn, which seems to fit into its environment perfectly.
ReplyDeleteYou have many fun remembrances of your childhood!
the things we did as kids, thanks for sharing that story.....
ReplyDeleteGill
Cute story! My brother and I got into all kinds of mischief as kids, we were bad! :)
ReplyDeleteAhhh the things kids think of to do to each other... those kids probably went thru life thinking they had some sort of paranormal experience! heheheee
ReplyDeletePS I love your quilt header! Very pretty & very hard & nice work!!! =)
ReplyDeleteYou have the most interesting stories to tell :-) Your header is gorgeous! I love that old barn, too.
ReplyDeletewhat a great old barn and interesting story. it reminds me of a time we (neighborhood friends) were in our neighbors barn. we were playing cowboy and indians when one of the boys decided to go inside and get his bb gun. for whatever reason the boy turned the gun and acted like he was shooting at us- we were acting like we'd been shot- when one of the bbs had hit one of us in the barn. at first we thought the neighbor was kidding like before but then we saw his stomach where the bb hit him and the blood. i remember jumping out of the barn to get help and later hearing the guy had to have the bb removed and a single stitch to close the wound. we all laughed after the fact but during that moment we were all scared. needless to say we never played cowboys and indians again at least not in the barn. hope all is well. have a great night.
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful story for your book!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, that poor barn could use a little TLC!