Summers spent at Grandma and Grandpa’s in upstate, New York included many adventures. One of the most harrowing was a game called “Goose Tag” which was hosted by the neighbor kids whose family kept live geese in their yard. The geese would get riled up at the very sight of us and give chase. We’d run as fast as we could before they could “tag” us. The last kid to make it to the safety of the porch got bit on the seat of the pants. Since I was the youngest and smallest, that person was me more than once.
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