It will come as no surprise to our readers that I was an insufferable know-it-all as a child (not anymore though, no-sir-ee). My parents were thus inclined to send me away to visit my grandparents for a couple weeks each summer. The idea was that I would tire myself out and be less bothersome when I returned.
It was a pretty cool place all told, and I wiled away many an hour catching snakes and throwing rocks at things. There wasn't much to do when it got dark, however, except to read over the mountain of old Readers' Digests.
(Eds. note -- what a weird concept "it's a magazine for people who read! Next lets get cooking on that food …