Showing Off
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Home Sweet Home
By John M. Scanlan

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.” “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.”
~Harmon Killebrew

The property in rural, southern Ohio where I grew up was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Consisting of nine acres with a gigantic front yard, a wooded ravine, and a small pond, it was the perfect place to raise seven boys.

Situated next to the ravine, our house dominated the landscape. From the sink at the kitchen’s corner window, Mom could look over the entire back yard, where nothing escaped her surveillance. (Keep reading)