When I was little there was nothing that could amuse me more than a new cardboard box..Depending on the size of my new found prize It’d make a sturdy fort, a hideaway, a tunnel or stair-sled, and since we lived in a two story house.. I would have more fun filling the box with pillows, sitting Indian style and roll down the carpeted stairs head over heels. Flying, rolling and sliding down the carpeted stairs like a crazed stuntman.. I never hurt myself or anything and before I would start my Evil Kanevil plans I’d move all the furniture from the landing spot and then proceed to roll down the stairs.. and since we hand a full two way flight of stairs, I’d have to slide down, turn and then roll down the rest… the box would only last a little while and if I’d been caught by the folks, they’d end it pretty quick because of the noise factor.

Cardboard boxes turned out a great place for me to get girls alone and away from prying eyes.. even as a little kid I had a curiosity for girls.. not the icky poo.. but more of a fascination with what they were.. and I would try almost any chance to play a basic version of doctor.. my father had caught a girl with me in a large refrigerator box I had found and from that point on.. No boxes. Which is a good thing.

08/22/2004

Author's Note: Note: I�d since tried the trick but with a higher chance of bodily harm, not to mention the box only lasting about one or two trips down the stairs.

Posted on 08/23/2004
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