This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Skins vs. Shirts. That was always the game. We always had to wait until the older kids finished their games. Sometimes our games went well into the darkness of the night.
Rick was the tallest of our little gang. If I found myself on Rick’s side I knew we had a decent chance of winning.
I was short but quick. We made a great duo. Mutt and Jeff they called us.
Some nights we played until they turned off the court lights.
Rick was one of the first of our little group to experiment with performance enhancing medicines.
Oh Danny Boy! 
It was a warm, nostalgic story with a sad ending. So many lives have been lost and/or ruined. Well written, Danny. —- Suzanne
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Oh, rats! A lovely, nostalgic memory, polluted by steroids. Sadly true, too often.
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Such an idyllic memory that took a sour turn in the end.
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Happens too often I’m afraid.
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Oh dear, childhood fun quickly takes a darker turn.
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Too bad this lovely story had to end this way…
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Rick–you dirty dog, you!
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