king of the dock.

on friday, my dad and i woke up early to drive to denmark (maine) to visit my grandmother and relive my childhood summers. though there weren't any games of manhunt, weird plays or mountain pies, there were plenty of fires, hamburgers, runs down bushrow road, and of course swims in granger pond.

we used to play this game called "king of the dock" where two people stood on opposite corners of the dock with their heels hanging off the edge and then you bounced up and down trying to make the other person lose their balance and fall off. my dad always won the title king of the dock. now he just kind of lays on it. maybe next time.