Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Folks who moved away from where they were raised .

There was a spruce at the end of our street outside of Debbie’s 2nd floor bedroom window, just tall enough where a group of guys could climb it and look in. So when bored and drunk we would occasionally partake. We didn’t have the internet back then.

Debbie was hot and blonde and rode our same high school bus and never bothered to draw the curtains much. I think the most we ever saw was her in her bra, pretty sure she liked the attention.

I went back to the old neighborhood a few years back and that tree is friggin’ huge now. That’s how I know I’m old 🙂

Debbie? My cousin ran into her a couple of years back and she told him I could climb her tree anytime. I was surprised she even remembered my name. Ya never know the effect you had on people.