Ok. New childhood story... When I was growing up my dad worked nights at General Motors. He was gone by the time I got home from school and he got home from work about 1am. That ment during the week my sweet mom was incharge of 3boys and me. She tried her best to get the boys to do the work list that my dad would leave for them to do during the week, but it never failed. Saturday morning would come around and something wasn't done the way he liked it or at all. One Satuday afternoon the boys were playing basketball in the driveway. My room was over the drive and my bed was positioned where I could sit on my bed and look out the window and watch my brothers play ball. My dad had asked Troy and Zane to pick up sticks and mow the yard. After several times of him telling them it was time to stop playing basketball and the boys telling him "just one more game to 10" my dad snapped. Now keep in mind, our basketball goal at the time was a thick wooden pole. My dad went into the garage, directley under me, and all I heard was a loud rumble. Next thing I know, my dad is walking up to the basketball goal with a CHAIN SAW in hand right in between all the guys playing and CUT the goal in half and politely said, " Do you have time to mow the yard now?" Not long after that day we got a new goal. A metal one. Cemented into the ground and it is still there to this day. I LOVE that story!
