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    A North Vancouver Boyhood - Howard Grant

    by spitball Written Jun 24, 2009

    When we were young we used to play Cowboys and Indians the whole long day
    We'd ride for hours upon a 'horse' and circle the wagon's if attacked in force.
    As time went by our play it changed and we no longer rode upon the range
    But acquired guns, and, as our army grew, the shots they rang, as our foes we slew.

    Now and then we'd beat retreat and pool our coins and go buy sweets.
    Then sit in forts perched high in trees and gaze down on the world in a peaceful ease.

    Like clockwork almost every year some new fad would then appear, Hoola-hoops and pogo-sticks
    Frisbees and some yo-yo tricks. We'd carry jars to distant ponds, and fight through bracken, ferns and fronds
    Then scoop up tadpoles and take them home, to watch frogs emerge from light green foam.

    There was no wall we could not scale, no fence was built could be our jail
    There was no tree we could not climb, the higher the branches, the more sublime.

    As the day grew long the air would ring
    With our mothers calls as our names they'd sing
    And we'd shuffle home and watch T.V.
    In the living room with our family
    As dinner neared, our mom's would implore
    Us to go wash our hands, pleas we chose to ignore
    Until something in the tone of her voice
    Told us we had no other choice.

    With T.V. on we'd sit and eat
    Some fried pork chops or other meat
    Some mashed potatoes and canned cream corn
    "Eat all your dinner" our dad might warn.

    We'd sit up straight when it was time for dessert,
    A bowl of Jell-O or canned pears in syrup
    Some custard with some cold canned plums
    Or maybe rice pudding mixed with plump raisons
    And, depending on the light left in the day
    There still might be time left to go out and play.

    But eventually we'd be called inside
    And, with a bathtub filling, there'd be few places to hide
    From our mothers arms we'd try to dash
    But, once in the tub we'd swim and splash.

    We'd do three laps and take a mouthful of air
    Then go under water and wash our hair.
    We'd get toweled off, and with the day's dirt now gone
    We'd hurry to get our P.J's on
    And then we'd beg to stay up awhile
    Using our charm, our wit, our guile
    But if that didn't work, and it rarely did
    We'd pay attention to our dad when he said, "Get to bed, kid"

    We'd slink away as slow as snails
    And tell each other scary tales
    Of witches sleeping under stairs
    Who'd grab for kids who caught unawares.

    Soon enough we'd be in bed
    And wait for stories to be read
    Uncle Wiggly or Dr. Seuss
    Or a Golden Book that we might choose
    Then we'd drift to sleep after having been tucked in
    And safely slumber there before a new day could begin.

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    Sexy, Sexy, Sexy....

    by spitball Updated Dec 31, 2005

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    When in the mood, and you'd like some extra's, this shop looks like a good choice.
    There are three locations for this business. North Vancouver at the Lonsdale Quay market, and in Burnaby across from Metrotown, their phone number there is: (604) 433-0112, and one located up in Whistler village on the village stroll next to Blenz (near Marketplace) hotel delivery is available. (604) 932-6906

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