A childhood friend posted this one one of my cousins Facebook page. It made me very happy. Neither my father or this kid or his brother ever mentioned it to me and I played with them every day. It made me very happy to see. The 'mules' were really donkeys named Jack and Jenny One time your uncle caught me throwing rocks at his mules (I wasn't trying to hit them but get them to move). He brought me into his study and lectured me for what seemed like forever. The room was filled with WWII memorabilia and scared the hell out me. Then he made me clean the corral. He never said a word to my parents - that's the way it used to be: I got caught and paid for my crime, and that was the end of it. A learning moment.
