I remember having a tough summer. Lew took me between the bunks and we were sitting on the plywood that covered the sewer system. He had this big pocket knife that he taught me how to throw, which eventually turned into a lesson of how to play chicken. That was pretty cool. An 8 or 10 year old kid playing chicken with a knife.
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Your maturity was evident because you didn't let me play with a hunting knife, you only let me play with a pocket knife. Thank You!! I could have lost a toe or some other vital part.
You were 10. I was WAY too mature and understanding to let an 8 year old play chicken with a hunting knife.