Bsa39744 wrote:

> when I was pre school I dug up the
> remains of what was once a back yard well much to the horror and  amazement of
> my poor mother

Michael,

I was about 12 yrs, old and spent an entire summer digging out an old stone well
in the backyard. It was a bit cramped and I used a garden trowel and coffee cans.
My stepfather would stay up above and pull up small buckets of earth as I dug them
out. After I was down about 15 feet he got nervous and I had to fill the whole
thing back up again. Kind of a Gurdjieff thing. I keep forgetting this experience,
I'm glad you reminded me. I was really into digging that year and spent more time
in the well than socializing. I was very intrigued by the arch effect of the
stones. I also liked the black crickets (no relation to the black helicopters).

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