Day 26: A childhood memory

Ok, well, where do I begin. . . raising goats, working in the garden, snow barefoot races, building massive snow forts, army crawling, annoying the neighbors to no end. Perhaps, one of the best of all were our dirt clog fights. I grew up in Billings, MT where it's really dry and there are massive dirt clogs. We would have wars. Split up in two teams and fire away. I remember one day though. We were out there chucking the dirt clogs. When all of the sudden I felt like Goliath, so strong and so tall; but I was down. My brother, Josiah (figures), hit me square in the head with a big old dirt clog. This explains a lot. I had an awful headache. I tried to sleep it off, warm washcloths. . it didn't work though.