Walking On Main Street

I did pass out flyers. Tons of them. 

My friend Carson and I ran past the mass of people siting along the sidewalk, practically throwing flyers at them. We shoved them at little kids and said "Give this to your mom, okay?" 

And mostly they weren't difficult little brats, like I thought they would be. They simply nodded and ran to their parents. 

Most of them wanted candy, though. Arms flailing, they screamed, "Gimme some candy!" We didn't want to run out, we wanted to save some for the people at the end. My mom's friend came up with a strategy to conserve. "Tell them to do a dance" was our master plan. 

"Do a little dance and I'll give you some," she said, wiggling her butt to show them. 

Some did it. Some just shrugged and didn't get any. I recall one kid doing the chicken dance for me. I gave him a fistful of taffy. It was harder to get other persistent, bratty children to even move. "Gimme some," they kept saying that. And they didn't get any. Ha ha. 

I saw some of my friends there, too. That was cool. I miss them all during summer break from school. 

The cart that my mom was borrowing was pulled by Barry. He was the most awesome horse dude ever! 

After the parade we waited for some of the kids parents to come an get them from the place where the parade people were. Once they were all picked up, I rode on the carousel with my baby brother Barrett. I forgot to give my grandma (my mom's mom, not my dad's) her change back for paying for the ride.  

Then I went to my dad's house. we swam in the pool and played sometimes violent video games. We went swimming the next two days, too. And played more video games. 

And that was my fourth. Of July. Good-bye, dudes.