Mom and Dad were gone for the day. They left Adam and I with Ma and Pa Sanders.
We were forbidden to return to our home for any reason. However we disobeyed because we wanted to play with our new roller skates.
The two of us roller skated up and down Redwood Drive and in the huge parking lot of the old Bizzards building, now owned by Simpson Timber Company all day long. We were pretty worn out by the time day light started to fade.
Having to get back to Ma and Pa’s before the street lamps came on, we pulled the skates from our feet. Adam picked them up and went inside our home.
A few seconds later he came back and we rushed over to Ma and Pa’s home a couple of fence-lines away.
When Dad came to pick us up, I could tell we were in trouble. Once inside the truck I found out why.
Adam didn’t put the skates back in our closet like he was supposed too. Instead, frightened of being in our house, alone, he set them inside the front door.
That’s where Mom tripped over them.