Sunday, January 17, 2010

Puddle duck

Driving at high speed through a large puddle is the closest thing to the joy I experienced puddle jumping as a kid that I've yet to find.

I turned around and did it twice more.

My Grandpa used to call me puddle-duck as a kid, I got my parent's their money's worth out of the little red boots with the smiley face on the bottom. None of the puddles were safe when I was outside...

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