This morning's walk, and I was quite surprised at finding one of my neighbors' house got TP'd. I didn't know folks still did that! I chuckled at first, then felt sorry for them, because I could see what a cleanup job this would be!
And it made me think about the one time I TP'd something. My family was camping at Yellowstone Park. It was a family reunion and all the aunts and uncles were there. My own family slept in the tent trailer, but I slept in the camper shell on the pickup ... us teenagers need our privacy!
Early one morning, Uncle John knocked on the camper shell and whispered "come out and help me!" We proceeded to TP our campground, winding around trees and the campers. We giggled and ran around making sure each camper had something on it! Funny, I don't remember anyone's reaction to all of this, but I remember having to clean it up.
Other than that, it was an uneventful walk, followed by a day full of doing chores, another long evening walk, and the end of another weekend. Why do weekends pass so quickly?
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