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When I was around 7-9 years old I was visiting my grandparents house. The pump in the yard had to be primed before it did it's job. My uncle and some of his friends set me up. Everyone carried a plug of Red Man and took a chaw every now and then. I was offered some, a man sized bite, which I gleefully took. When the tobacco juice ran down my throat it felt like fire. I ran to the pump, to find the bowl of water to prime the pump was empty. Everyone except me got a great laugh from it. Now a days, that would be considered child abuse. Back then it was called fun. I lived through it and did similar to my siblings and younger relatives.
as mean as it seemed then, sometimes it taught you a lesson that lasted the rest of your life... my dad taught me a healthy fear of falling in the water since I work on boats guess the fates worked out the lesson in the long run









