I do vaguely remember my mother going to the woods with my dinner, I was there there in my makeshift tree house It took about 3 weeks to build including a ladder half a school holiday there just on that including finding materials, sawing, hammering and drilling.
When I was out there hunting my own dinner and maybe extra for breakfast the next day. I was just an ear shot away of getting a pheasant or 2 when she called and out stood on a branch of course the pheasant's just flew away. She could of just climbed the ladder, slide the plate to me and not say a word, then climb back down ?...oh no that would of been to simple.
Why do mothers ruin everything ?
