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Childhood - Kid Sports and Games (4 stories selected)


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A Real Coach, A Real Man (story 1 of 4)

Author: Robert Flournoy
Date: October 27, 2006
Rating: Not yet rated

The summer after my freshman year in high school was my most memorable season. We beat everyone and I hit everything that came across the plate. We had a wonderful man for a coach who donated his sparse spare time to us. The military of that era, as it is today, was a very multi racial society. I went to school and played ball with blacks, Mexicans, Phillipinos, Guamanians, Japanese, and many more skin colors than I can remember. We thought nothing of it, and oblivious to what societies pr...

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War Games (story 2 of 4)

Author: Violet Hall
Date: October 25, 2006
Rating: 4.0 stars from 2 votes

“Lets go and play on the warren.”

Maurice shouted to the rest of our gang, as we sat around the big Oak tree in his back garden. We were bored with having to stay close to home because of the daily air raid attacks, but, our once favourite playground, the warren, seemed a bit drastic, as It was very close to the big Army base and had been closed off and mined to prevent any sabotage attacks on the barracks.

“How can we go to the warren? You know it is far too dangerous Maurice.” Big Charli...

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An Extraordinary Lesson (story 3 of 4)

Author: Robert Flournoy
Date: October 13, 2006
Rating: 5.0 stars from 1 vote

My freshman year in an American high school in Germany provided me with a rare teacher who left a lasting impression on me with his caring and dedication to his profession. He was our physical education teacher and he was British. Probably about 40 years old at the time, he had grown up in England in the years leading up to and then during WWII. A man whose male ancestry had been virtually eliminated in the first world war, along with the better part of his father’s entire generation, he was...

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Little Tommy Catches a Fox (story 4 of 4)

Author: Tom Fisher
Date: September 23, 2006
Rating: 5.0 stars from 1 vote

This account goes back to when I was probably about 8 or 9 years old. Grandma and Grandpa had a farm near Battle Ground and this memory goes all the way back to when they lived in an old house that was way back and across a little creek that ran through the place. This house would eventually burn down which was caused by an overheated cook stove in Grandma’s kitchen - the house did not have electricity. There was a “spring house” that was cool in the summer and this is where milk and butte...

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