|The literal world of a child|
|Wednesday, November 06, 2013 1:35 PM|
By Jim Langham
When I was a child, my parents were close friends with several families. About once a month, they would all gather at one of the homes for a Sunday afternoon meal and time of games and fellowship following church.
Since there were several boys about the same age out of that mix, it would be fairly accurate to assume that the fellows would sometimes get into a little mischief, not exactly like Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer, but not exactly unlike him either.
I can remember one Sunday afternoon that we all arrived at the same time. While the parents were finishing lunch, several of the boys began playing, “knockout flies.” One of the guys, Brice, was often one of the first to get into trouble, whether he was actually misbehaving or not.