2-11-18

My Uncle is 92 and full of stories. Tonight I heard about the old bull. When my Uncle was little he and his brother my Uncle Jim, went to run an errand for their father. Grandpa told the boys not to cut through the meadow, but they didn't listen. On the way home Uncle Jim and Uncle Bill decided to cut through that meadow their father had warned them about. They got to the middle if the field, and out from behind the tree came the bull. That bull came charging both them boys. They started running as fast as their little legs would go. Uncle Jim made it over the fence, my Uncle Bill got caught on the fence and tore his pants. The boys went home and had to tell their parents the truth. Grandpa laughed and said his I told you so, while grandma mended Uncle Bills pants. These are the memories I will cherish in my heart.