Dirt Clods

When I awoke from my nap Benny and Wayne were already outside throwing dirt clods, trying to ring the opening at the top of the chimney. Wayne was seven and had a pretty good throwing arm but he was not having much luck. Heck the chimney was 25' in the air and the sun was glaring down on him. Benny was 5 and he was not having much luck either. So calm and collected 3 year old Charles walked barefoot across the old wood planks of the porch, shrugged off the splinter that went into his hardened feet and grabbed a dirt clod turned and threw it through the opening and ran like crazy to keep Wayne from beating him. It was funny later but he never laughed as hard as I did.
The house had asphalt siding that simulated red brick and was torn in places, but it was a good home for us. Later it was turned into a cow barn. Don't know what happened to the fireplace and chimney. I'm sure it was torn down and the bricks removed, else there would have been several broken plow points.