Living in Smith Valley, we created our own fun most of the time. But during the heat of summer, we had no air conditioning and we weren't able to get to Center Grove Lake very often. So one day, my brother Mark decided to make his own swimming pool. At least this time he checked with Mom before beginning his construction project. Obviously, Mom wasn't really listening to what Mark asked, or she just didn't understand the extent of the project.
We owned five acres. A couple of acres were always set aside for a vegetable garden, but the back portion usually had tall grass growing on it. Mark decided to dig his pool in the back near the barn. That would give him some privacy should he decide to go skinny-dipping, I guess. Mike tried to warn Mark, but Mark wasn't hearing any of it. After all, Mom said he could. By the time he pooped out for the day, he had a good sized hole dug. Probably within a couple of days, he'd be ready for the concrete trucks to begin pouring--or so he thought!
When Dad came home after work, for some strange reason he didn't stop in the driveway. He drove straight out into the back of our land. The boys watched as he headed straight for Mark's swimming pool. Because the grass was tall, Dad didn't see the hole--but he sure felt it when his truck went into it! The boys had been outside watching Dad overshoot the driveway and head towards the hole. When he hit it, Mike said you could see the front of the truck dip down while the taillights went up! The hole was deep enough that Dad had some problem getting the truck out of it. But when he got it free, he launched that ol' truck back towards the house. I'm sure Dad knew as soon as he hit that hole who was responsible.
Mike sized up the situation, and told Mark, "We better go get Mom!".
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