Living in the Coulee, we didn’t have television (home computers weren’t even thought of at that time) or telephone. We typically had no trouble finding a way to entertain ourselves while our parents were away. One night a big box of shoes became our source of entertainment. It was all good fun as we threw them at one another (think of a primitive type of laser tag with shoes versus lasers) until one of the shoes went through our big plate glass window in the living room. It was Gary’s brilliant idea to tell Mom and Dad that the prediction Mom had made of the cat jumping through the window had finally come true. We were so relieved when our parents believed the story. Mom proudly proclaimed, “I knew it! I told you it would happen!.” We have since repented of our lie and confessed to Mom and Dad. It seems like they smiled when we came clean but I can’t remember. I only know I was too big to spank when they discovered the truth.