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  • 1970 the summer of to be exact. Wasn't that a movie? We were all outside playing, as mischievous kids do, why do we dare each other to do things? And why do some do it? Well i am the type, or was, i would do anything. We were just messing around, up to no good, and we knew Dad had left, not sure where? To kids all things are relative. So my broes and soes said hey "Eddie" see that car? Yeah why? I dare you to pull your pants down and moon it? Really you dare me? Back in the day a dare not taken was synonymous with being chicken and me no chicken.

    So here comes a car and bloop out comes the moon not a half or quarter but a full bright moon. We all laughed what fun. here comes another boom full moon. Ouch, this went on for about an hour and i was the only brave soul to come out that day. Quick Eddie here comes another. Blam, then I heard it's Dad! What, Dad? Quicker than Flash Gordon pants were up, zipped, and buttoned and Eddie was up the stairs into his bedroom shaking like a leaf.

    I was waiting, seems like forever, but no Dad booming upstairs? I couldn't understand it. So cautiously I ambled downstairs and outside. Everyone was so happy, the reason Dad had bought a brand new car! A 1970 Chevrolet Bel-Air station wagon. Really light green, between a green and a yellow, power everything. The seats folded down to make a bed. He was proudly showing it off to us. My sister said, boy you were lucky, I replied my index finger pressed against my lips, stern look with a smile...)

    My Dad was so enamored with his new car he never saw my moonshine! We had so much fun in that car....memories...

    I learned a valuable lesson that day, before you pull a full moon be sure to look and see who the driver is!
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