Capture the flag

“Looks exactly how I remember,” Stuart sighed. “Think so?” Walter tilted his head, squinting at the wooden fort. “Looks smaller to me.” “We were smaller then,” Stu laughed. “Remember hanging out in the clubhouse eating breakfasts of dry Cap’n Crunch straight out of the box?” Walter chuckled. “Wendy used to get that for the boys … Continue reading Capture the flag