Fun at the Cotton Gin

Hi all,
This is a story I probably SHOULDN’T tell, but I live very dangerously, so here it is.

When I was a kid, there was an old cotton gin on the highway in Heavener - just down the street from out house. It was only in use for a few years in my lifetime, then it was closed down and boarded up. But, not so good that we kids couldn’t get into it and play.

It was a nesting place for pigeons and we just loved climbing up and robbing the nest. They always said that a pigeon laid two eggs, and, when they hatched, one was a male and one a female, and they mated for life. We used to swap the eggs, or put three eggs in a nest. You can guess what the results were.

BUT, one day, when a little neighbor girl and I we playing there, we found a package of two balloons. When we blew them up, they were about four feet long and about a foot in diameter. They were kind of clear in color and had a mouth about an inch and a half in diameter. We tied a string on them and were flying them behind us as we went home.

Then our mothers saw what we had.

Now, we thought they were pretty neat. NOT THEM! My friend's mother got out the Listerine and made us wash our mouths out with it, drink it; they scrubbed our tongues with it, washed our faces with bleach, and threatened us with our lives if we EVER went back up there. They never gave us a chance to explain they were NEW not USED. I’m SURE that would have made a difference.

Later,

wb