By Peggy (Clemitson/Young) de Roaldes – Nanton, Alta.
In the early days we made our own fun. One day my brother, Robert, and I made up a game. He was almost three years older than me. I would have been between three and five.
We went to a low hill past the barn. One of us would be at the bottom of the hill while the other would go to the top and throw a rock down.
The challenge was to see how close we could come without hitting the one at the bottom. We were to take turns. I don’t think the game lasted very long and I don’t know if I got to throw a rock or not.
His aim wasn’t very good and I had a scar for quite a while at the hairline in the middle of my forehead.