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<blockquote data-quote="Naturaledge" data-source="post: 216715" data-attributes="member: 11">Ahhh, I remember the good old days when I was a little kid and I tried to solve my first, &quot;Find X&quot; adventure. I had spent a good 3, maybe 4 minutes drawing a pirate's Treasure map. As all children do, I actually started to believe that my map was real. Co-incidently, the &quot;X&quot; was in the middle of my Mom's freshly planted Rose Garden. After recruiting Old Man Johnson's nephew to help me shovel for two hours in the back yard, we gave up. Can't remember why - perhaps it was my Dad chasing me around in the yard with a Hickory stick or the fact that my Mom was crying like a baby on the front steps weeping, &quot;this is no spawn of mine&quot;? In any event, I was more pissed at myself for drawing a faulty Treasure Map. (P.S., this story pales in comparison to the time I had convinced myself that Old Man Johnson was building a &quot;Laser Beam&quot; that would blow up the Moon and I set out on a mission to ensure the safe preservation of Earth's only Lunar object. But, that is a story for a different time.) <img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/canada.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":canada:" title="Canada&nbsp; &nbsp; :canada:" data-shortname=":canada:" /><img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/prof.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":prof:" title="Professor&nbsp; &nbsp; :prof:" data-shortname=":prof:" /><img src="https://www.dirtbikeaddicts.com/static/images/smilies/cheers.gif"&nbsp; class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":cheers:" title="Cheers&nbsp; &nbsp; :cheers:" data-shortname=":cheers:" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Naturaledge, post: 216715, member: 11"] Ahhh, I remember the good old days when I was a little kid and I tried to solve my first, "Find X" adventure. I had spent a good 3, maybe 4 minutes drawing a pirate's Treasure map. As all children do, I actually started to believe that my map was real. Co-incidently, the "X" was in the middle of my Mom's freshly planted Rose Garden. After recruiting Old Man Johnson's nephew to help me shovel for two hours in the back yard, we gave up. Can't remember why - perhaps it was my Dad chasing me around in the yard with a Hickory stick or the fact that my Mom was crying like a baby on the front steps weeping, "this is no spawn of mine"? In any event, I was more pissed at myself for drawing a faulty Treasure Map. (P.S., this story pales in comparison to the time I had convinced myself that Old Man Johnson was building a "Laser Beam" that would blow up the Moon and I set out on a mission to ensure the safe preservation of Earth's only Lunar object. But, that is a story for a different time.) :canada::prof::cheers: [/QUOTE]

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