Ghostbusters

Josh and I loved (still love) the movie Ghost Busters. We would watch the movie over and over again. We would play ghost busters with our backpacks and parts from mom's vacuum cleaner. The family garden was also a favorite playground. We would dig holes in the garden and then fill the holes with water. We would then take the dirt we had taken from the holes and put it back in and mix it all around to make mud. But this was no ordinary mud. My father had decided to fertilize our garden using chicken manure, which, like cow manure, provides nutrients for a variety of garden plants, it also has the added property of increased aromaticity . . . i.e., it stinks really bad. In fact the aroma from this chicken manure would cause people getting off the bus walking by to gag. My dad even witnessed one person running to the other side of the street while attempting not to throw up.


So it was just natural that Josh and I used this situation to our advantage. We sat waiting for our unsuspecting victims. Our backpacks on with the tube to mom's vacuum somewhere nearby in the garden. We sat quietly. Who would suspect children anyway? The nice men and women getting off the bus in front of our house, in their nice suits and skirts after a long day at work. Walked by our fence, and then . . . . that mud we had concocted, with chicken manure and sopping wet went flying over the fence by the shovel-full as Josh and I shouted, “YOU'VE BEEN SLIMED!!!” I'm not sure if sliming people was in accordance with the Ghost Buster code, but we sure got busted.