With Labor day coming up next Monday that got me thinking about May Day (Labor Day in some countries) a holiday that I once upon a time celebrated as a child in Newton, Kansas. I remember we used to celebrate by making baskets out construction paper and then filled them with flowers or candy and then leaving them on the doorsteps of friends houses, especially the hot girls in my elementary school classes. (Sharon Zielke and Jill Meador always got the best stuff in their baskets.)
The idea was that you would leave the basket, then ring the doorbell and run away. If the person whose house you left the basket at could catch you as you ran away then they got to kiss you. Because I was such a fast kid I was never caught, but when you’re in the third grade you don’t really want to be kissed by a girl anyway, even if they are a mega-hottie. Anyway, I don’t even know if this holiday is celebrated anymore. In the summer between my seventh and eight grade years I moved to Texas, and never celebrated the holiday again. It was not celebrated down there, and honestly I don’t know if it is even celebrated anywhere anymore.
The Pooping Dog Ponders 