A collection of humorous short stories about growing up with my four brothers on the homestead. (This would be a great Fathers Day gift or a book for any guy that laughs whenever he remembers the things his brothers and friends did when they were young.) I wanted to share these stories with my grandchildren who may only remember me as an old coot drooling in his oatmeal. My wife says I shouldn't encourage children to read the book because it will "give them ideas", as if that's MY fault. It's a clean book. Nothing inappropriate. The book's prologue gives a little Michigan history and family history as a backdrop for the stories so you understand the context; skip it if you hate history. I realize memories can be inaccurate, and I'm sure mine are also, somewhat, as difficult as that is for me to believe. For what is a man, except his memories wrapped in past choices and decisions? I've tried to be as accurate as I can as I look back and laugh at myself, while still making the stories entertaining. Character quotes cannot be exact but are true to what I recall, as best I can remember. My brothers will probably argue about exactly what was said and by whom, but I console myself knowing their memories are just as faulty as mine, whilst mine are published. So there. To my brothers I would say, these are my memories. Yours are no doubt somewhat different than mine, and the older we get the more they will probably differentiate from the actual occurrences. So, I have written mine down to help you remember yours correctly. Once you read my accounting of our childhood shenanigans, you will no doubt see the error of your ways and memories. - Kent S. Eddy