SIX SENTENCE STORY: Pound … by Candy

Rain pounded on the porch roof. It had started as an occasional plink, plink, plink, but now it drummed with it’s own rhythm. The yard once dry was now a small pond. We stood on the porch and watched as the wind whipped gusts created eddies and ripples. I took off my shoes. My small daughter watched in disbelief; I really need to teach this child how to have fun!
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6 thoughts on “SIX SENTENCE STORY: Pound … by Candy

    1. I may have exaggerated the small pond part. But it is true that my daughter couldn’t believe that I wanted to go out and play in it. She could be so unfun sometimes. Once I wanted to dance down the isle of the supermarket like in a commercial and she told me that if I did that she was going to pretend she didn’t know me. She was only seven.

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  1. When I was a kid, I used to play in the rain all the time! My mom would raise our garage door, and I would go in and out, filling empty coffee cans from the drain spout and splashing about. My kids act like rain is going to cause them to melt. Nice story!

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  2. What a great story. I’ve heard the story over and over of how, as a child, I was told not to walk in puddles with my shoes and socks on. Always abiding, I removed my shoes and socks to jump in the puddles.

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