About the egg topic, me and my friends used to go around and hang out in the creek and go on adventures (we still do, but we're much more stupid about it now and are up to do pretty much anything and the amount of times we have almost died out there is phenomenal.) and we used to find tenisballs I'm the woods sometimes. Of course little 4-6 year old us thought it had to be a dinosaur egg. So we always took them home and tried to incubate them, one way was putting the, in a pen outside with a towel around it. Another was to wash it, wrap blankets around it and then we would hide it in my brothers shelf the had cupboards on the bottom. It stayed like that until I was 10-

So now that I was 10 and everyone knew they were tenissballs, me and my brother did the Blanket cupboard method again! But with real eggs,, yea

Are parents were not happy with us.

I actually brought this topic up with my father a few days ago, asking 'dad, why did you never tell us the hairless tennis balls we not velosorapter eggs when we put them in -brothers- shelf?' And he just deadpan- stared at me. And said. "You guys did that?"

So now. Whenever we find a tennis ball in the woods, we can be reminded of are lovely past.

If anyone wants to hear another story about how we made a plan to fake pee with a syringe in an old mans yard, say the word and I will edit this book and tell you