Why do i wanna suddenly hide my hands behind my back? Why do suddenly remember being up in the belfry? Oh wait! That wasn’t me. That was my brother … yeh … my brother and his goofball friends.
I was the one with Mary Margaret helping her count her Holy Cards in her room. No wait! That was my … other brother … yeh, my other brother. Yeh, you know how those hooligan Irish boys are. Nothing but trouble.
I remember now. I was the one that put out that fire behind the school that some kid in my class started. yeh. You know how those Catholic boys are in school. “Nothing but a nuisance for the good sisters.” as the priests used to say.
It sure is funny how a simple yardstick in a penguin’s hands brings back some memories.
