Wrestling
One thing we boys loved to do was to play-wrestle. The bed was the softest thing to fall upon, so that’s where we did a lot of our wrestling, especially Bobby and me. One night Mother and Dad went out, leaving us kids to fend for ourselves, with the admonission for us not to fight on the bed. Well, Bobby and I knew better. We could wrestle and then make the bed back up, and they’d never know. It was a pretty good plan; but, like Mr. Robert Burns has so aptly stated, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.” (My own wording.) Either Bobby or I made a running dive for the other, who dodged, allowing the flying one to exit through the window. We were in trouble. There was no need to explain to our parents how the window got broken. And, we knew that Dad was having a hard time making money in those days. Bobby and I felt really bad about what we did, but I don’t remember if it was just for what we did, or for what Dad did for what we did.