When I was six years old, I had two best friends - David Chappell, who lived next door, and Randall Brooks, who lived across the street. There was no end to the devilment we got into - we were constantly daring each other to try things that make me wonder today how we survived.
That Easter, one of us ( I think it was Randall) got the idea of hiding a dozen or so of the Easter Eggs we found, with the idea of throwing them at stuff on Halloween.
They didn't make it that long - six year olds don't have that much patience - but we did leave them until August when we threw them at a neighbor's chain-link fence.
The smell really can't be imagined, but try. Suffice it to say it was noticeable all over the neighborhood.
We all got spankings, and had to clean up the foul mess we'd made , but we agreed later that it was probably worth it.
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