The wild boys

I remember my old house in Oregon. There were two boys that came over sometimes to be babysat by my mom. They were wild.

They would climb trees, and one of them even climbed on top of the commercial crab pots my dad had stacked against the side of the house. I could walk, but I couldn't talk yet.

Posted By: Katie B
Hawaii

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