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To: ManyMoose who wrote (122267)	10/18/2006 12:23:14 PM
From: Honor First	Respond to of 225578

I reread it... thanks!! Clear as day... duh.... and I missed it... gotta stop racing for the grubs :)

To: ManyMoose who wrote (122267)	10/18/2006 1:42:30 PM
From: Glenn Petersen	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

When I was 11 or 12 years old, my parents gave me a fiberglass bow and steel-tipped arrows for my birthday. My next door neighbor and best friend, Tom, also got a set. After two weeks we got bored with shooting at targets and decided to shoot at each other. We were having a good time until I stuck an arrow in his stomach (with no lasting harm, I might add). I took one look at Tom's face and decided that it was time to turn tail and run like hell. He caught me in the heel. I walked with a limp for about a week. Sometimes I wonder how I survived childhood. I was pretty good about not letting my parents know what I was up to (like tossing an M-80 down a pipe and screwing a tennis ball into the pipe).