Lost clothes
It was the summer of 1971, summer was in full swing. In the town my mom and I lived in it got so hot the tar in the streets started to bubble. I was riding my bike looking for something to do. (at that age, more like trouble to get into) some of my friends had left for summer camp and others were in summer school. I was a couple of miles from home and was getting pretty hot. I knew of a creek not far, so I peddled my way there. I hid my bike in some bushes and walked through the woods till I...