I remember as a young man how irresistible this mudhole would have been.
I would have gotten on the gutter side to start building mud dams and saying to myself only my hands would get dirty.
As soon as I said that I would wipe my face with my dirty hands and ten seconds after that wipe my face with my clean white shirt and never realize that I was getting dirty.
I would continue building dams plus constructing roads in the now semi dry spots as I unconsciously ran my hands along my backside.
I could do this for hours as I bided my time for the girls.
When a couple of neighborhood girls would walk by I with impeccable timing would jump into the middle of my Mudom to splash mud over those girls.
I knew at the moment I did it my mother would find out through the neighborhood grapevine but it was worth it to see the havoc my Mudom caused by the overflowing dams and to hear the squeals of the girls as they ran away yelling,"I'm going to tell your mother".
Mom would ground me for a week plus no Howdy Doody and Dad would concur with Mom until she looked away. He then gave me a fast wink and a silent mouthed Atta Boy since he wished he could still do the same.
Dad was cool that way.
