a muddy memory

It was Daniel, Darren and I.
We were an inseperable three at the time.
(Okay, so they were the inseperable, I was the tag-along...)
We were out in the sand box at our old place on center street, innocently playing,
like we did on a regular basis.
I don't remember the procedure of the process...
who dragged the hose over to the sand box, whose idea it was in the first place,
but I do remember the three of us shaping and forming perfect mud balls in our little hands,
and throwing them with all our might towards the white shed of our neighbour's only feet away from the edge of our backyard.
And then I remember the spankings we got, and how we had to clean up after ourselves once our neighbour came and told our parents.
So much for a wonderful day in the neighbourhood.