Growing up I lived down the block from my cousins, because we lived so close we spend our days off from school playing in the back yard. Well now were all older and playing in the back yard has become partying in the backyard. Well that two has now changed because my cousin Billy who for the most part was the host of the backyard parties has moved to the other side of the island with his fiancé. After the movers came and moved the big pieces of furniture and the boxes he trusted them with he asked If I would help him bring what was left to the new house. In doing so we stumbled upon some of his childhood wooden cap guns. As soon as I saw it I just smiled and looked at him and said you remember what we used to do with these? Billy says there should be two more some where. we loaded up my truck his and his sisters and headed over to the house “guns” in hand. as soon as we got there just like old time we running in the door playing like we did when I was ten or eleven and he was eighteen or nineteen. I guess really things haven’t changed just the backyard has. Have any of you had moment like this?