BOATHOUSE STORY
Boathouse Story
When I grew up, the house we lived in had a Boathouse in the back yard.
We never had a boat, it was already there when my parents bought the
house before I was born. Not having a boat, you can imagine the amount
of junk that could be saved in a boathouse. This place seriously looked like a tornado went
thru a junk yard. I was about ten at the time,
Mom told me one Summer afternoon that it needed cleaning out. I was to
go get started, then she would join me to help. (I honestly think she
just wanted me out of her hair as I was a bothersome child). I worked
on it for a while, & had a pile outside the front door about 3 ft.
around & 2-3 ft. high. She finally came out after about 30 min, which
seemed like 5 hrs. Like any other kid, I hated cleaning. When she got
there, she informed me that we needed to get the junk out of the
rafters, which would be the attic. I got up on a stool, started getting
stuff down, and all of a sudden a rat fell from the rafters and onto
my left forearm. 10 year olds don't do well under the pressure of
having a rat on their forearm. My first reaction was to sling it off
my arm, well what direction do you think I threw it? Right where mom
was standing in the front door. All I remember is her screaming, and
jumping out of her shoes and leaping completely over the junk pile.
My mother was not the athletic type, but she would've beat just about
anyone back into the house. I had to finish cleaning by myself as
it would be days before she would go back in there again.
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