On this day in 1961 I had bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. I stayed home from school cause I

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4. I remember scraping my knee

All the way down to the bone.

Tackled by my cousin's boxer onto the sidewalk.

As I was playing fetch with the dog using a 2' long half-inch steel pipe.

The same day I accidentally left the turkey coop door open and the turkeys got out.

And one of the boxers grabbed a turkey and wouldn't let go.

Even beating him with a belt didn't convince him to let go of the turkey.

Finally had to cut the leg off the dead bird and let the dog keep the leg.

We had roast turkey for dinner that day.

Minus the leg.

I could go on about all the things that happened that day.

Like falling through the ceiling tiles into my cousin's bedroom while playing hide-and-seek.

Or breaking the lid off the piano trying to open it the wrong way.

Or breaking some imported curtain rods trying to hit the maid.

Because she wouldn't serve me coffee with my breakfast (apparently, she thought 7 was too young for coffee).

Yea, that all happened in one day.

Good times.