kids on fences

My friends and I snuck out at night.   I remember being a fencewalker:

”Meet me after dark over by the fence.  Bring toilet paper, ’cuz you know how we always have to pee once we get on the other side.” My neighbor planned our nighttime journeys on the tops of other neighbor fences.  I jumped out my window, landed on the ground outside my room, snails crunched under my feet, and barefooted my way down to where two fences met.  I hope she didn’t invite Larry, our dorky neighbor from down the street.  Loud and clumsy, he’ll wreck it. Continue reading “fencewalkers” »