One more out of order story came to mind about when we were young
children. We lived in a mobile home with my grandparents and mentally
handicapped uncle so there was not a lot of play room. This was
especially true in the winter months when we were going absolutely
stir crazy and there was fighting, sassing and destruction over every
limited square foot of the smallish house. My mom in an effort to
keep some semblance of order would take us out and about town to get
us burned down and worn out so peace could be kept. My favorite
escape was a field house at the local college which we called the
run-around-place. There was an indoor track and field with some
really amazing pads that were used to catch pole vaulters which were
awesome for us to use for anything we wanted. We would jump on and
slide off and wrestle and fight until a student supervisor would
invariably come and tell us we couldn't play on that and we would
have to stop until next time. We would jog around the track and duck
under hurdles, sometimes tipping them over and out of place, and
basically just make a nuisance of ourselves. It must have worked or
just have been an effective escape because we went back often until
we moved too far away.
