 |
 |
 |
|
| Out Back
Robert H Gilbert Jr August 6, 2004 The little house out back that once stood proud and tall, has now been torn down. Nothing left but rubble and a lifetime of memories. You could not miss that ole house, it was pink. Guess somebody wanted to make sure they could find their house in the dark. |
| I remember going there and knocking on the door and a beautiful young girl answered.
She would come outside and we would talk. Young kids stuff, you know. She would talk about the other boys that came calling. I must say, I wanted to talk about us, not the other boys. But, I listened anyway. I thought she had a voice like an Angel. We would go out back and play mumbly peg with a knife. Somehow, she would always win. Or, sometimes we would sit on the ground and play marbles. But, she could not touch my shooting marbles. I would bop her on sided of her head. Nobody, but nobody touched my shooting marbles. |
 |
 |
| There was a fence that separated our houses, as it was easy to crawl over when I seen her out back.
Or, we would yell across and we would meet at the fence. Lots of talk went on at the corner of that old fence. |
|
We would pretend to be movie stars in a movie, singing to each other. ( a dog would start howling), so I would shut up. We had an old refrigerator out back of my house, lying on its side. I would use it as an operating table. We would play Dr. and patient. She would lie down on the table, and I’d get a stick and pretend it was a knife. I’d start my surgery, and it was fun to watch her giggle. But, that was all I was allowed to do. I told her, I was in training as an OBGYN Dr. She sued me for no licenses, and malpractice. So, I was expelled from my training. |
|
 |