Children from the senior squad told that there were ghosts and even the Headless Horseman. Indeed, we heard someone hooting, howling, floating something white and wandering lights at night.
We had no shortage of fruit.
It's just that the neighbors grew such deliciously juicy tempting apples with a pink barrel. Variety "Kitayka" or "Chinese apples". It was they who drew us to them ...
And so, my brother and I jumped over the fence, walked across the hot piece of land and climbed the trees.
In a dress and rubber slates, I deftly kept my balance, holding the package with my chin, and harvesting.
Everything is as it should be: one apple in your mouth, another in a bag
How much time has passed, I do not know. I only hear:
- Stop, I will shoot!
Dimka and I were blown off the tree as if on command.
- Let's run!
And now, I can see the fence, I feel the slate sliding off my foot, burning the heel with a red-hot firmament, and a swarm of thoughts rushes through my head:
- What will I wear to the river?
- Damn, they'll figure me out by the slate!
- What can I tell my mom ?!
Apparently, the watchman, and it was he, had woken up the hunting instinct, he was already anticipating how he would grab the prey.
But it was not there!
I return, and literally a few steps in front of his nose, I take "my shoe".
At first he was taken aback by such courage, and then decided to teach a lesson.
And, here I am almost at the fence, Dimka has already climbed, and then a shot!
Goose bumps instantly migrated to my little rejuvenating place
My ass started to burn with pain !!!
How I jumped the fence with a bag of apples and slate - I don't remember. I remember how I threw the trophy into the tall grass and ran to our building to change clothes and change our appearance.
The girls made me ponytails, I changed clothes and shoes. And, as it seemed to me then, she changed her gait and went out to dinner.
And then she ran into an evil watchman!
He angrily shook my bag of apples and swore loudly with the director of our pioneer camp.
He stared at me passing by, but did not identify. There were no traitors in our unit. Yes, I forgot to say, the watchman shot salt). Indescribable sensations!
Do you have funny stories from your childhood?