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Feb 20, 2008 20:31

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Stunning. esquared1295 February 21 2008, 22:06:48 UTC
I have memories of mud also. Mine was a construction site and a big mud pit. The mud was literally up to my neck. My friend and I played in it for hours. I came home covered, and frozen.

Then, out of the blue, it occurred to me that the walls in my room were too white. Suddenly, I envisioned myself as an important business person with many, many papers to stamp.

[hand on my chest, then the wall] THUMP! [hand on my leg, then the wall] THUMP! [hand on my friends back, then the wall] THUMP!

The result: a thoroughly hand-stamped bedroom and hallway; mud from my reach down and pristine white from there up.

When my mom found it... well... I remember a bath. I've probably forgotten the spanking.

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