by kangarooseamstress

I played poo-sticks as a pastime. When I was young. My grandfather and I went down to his local stream to play. It wasn’t a very big stream, but it did not matter for it was the perfect speed and had a bridge of perfect proportions. No one every gets too old for poo-sticks. Poo-sticks outgrows us, it develops, it moves. We soon lose those who played poo-sticks with us. One day, I will play it with a new generation, I will pass on what has been passed on, for society deems this a necessary thing to do. After all we wouldn’t want to lose poo-sticks, I mean its poo-sticks.