Chapter Three: New Kids on the Block

We moved in on a day like this, in a month like this, almost exactly four years and three weeks ago from today. It was a huge pain. What I mean is that I pulled my back muscle in the morning and spent the rest of the day hunched over as I tried to keep five kids out of trouble.
I'm not saying that a man purse would have helped out, because it wouldn't have been very handy at all. But it was just a few weeks after we moved in that I met our new neighbors the Hollidays.

At first, I thought that the neighbors who turned out to be the Hollidays were always throwing birthday parties or something because there always seemed to be a lot of kids playing in their yard. Then one day after I grew tired of staring at our boring lineup of Basic Cable channels, I grabbed the kids and and lead them over towards the Holliday's yard where I was hearing a lot of screaming and carrying on.

Our appearance prompted a lot of interest from the kids and then their parents. Introductions were made. The Holliday adults were teachers. I worked for Dow Chemical but, no, I wasn't a chemist.