The line beyond which my sisters could not cross.

Our priest was named Father Fink.  When we were little, my two younger sisters were not allowed to go beyond Father Fink's house.   My cousin Nancy and I used to torment them by doing something and running down the street with my sisters in pursuit.  They tried so hard to catch us before we crossed the line.  LOL  We were bigger though and we always made it.  Then we'd stand there, just on the other side of the mailbox and laugh, laugh, laugh.

I know it doesn't seem like much but we had loads of simple fun.

Nancy reminded me yesterday about rolling apples down Mary's driveway to see if we could get them onto the road and watch to see if a car would smash them.  Apparently Nancy and Mary perfected this game to include hiding up in the apple tree and shouting swear words like HELL and DAMN and watch the reactions.  Nancy still believes no one knew they were there.  I think the adults just chuckled and put up a good show.  ;)