I am awaiting to hear those stories you neglected to tell your moms on Sunday afternoon of why your hem was wet or your lace was torn. Ladies, ladies.I see you all as graceful, proper ladies who would surly, today, take great care and caution while crossing the fence and be very concerned about the safety and care of others who might walk that path.īUT.with all the stories we have read of your childhood.I still see litle girls in cotton ruffled dresses running through the field and skirting under the barbed wire fence in a flash, cause they had been that way before and left a stick to twist the wires together and wade the creek quicker than you could say Huckleberry Finn! be truthful.back in the day of romping through the fields.would you have walked over the steps utilizing the rail for safety purposes or would you have found a place in the fence that crossed the creek or held the wires for a friend to go through and then they would have held for you? Hummm? I'm sorry.but where is the fun in that.no excuse to tear your britches or wiggle and squirm between the barbs.just walk up the steps and with a safety rail at that? Is mother watching to make sure that we walk gracefully too.
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