The best memory that sticks in my mind was the times mr. lown and Doug and I used to go coon huntin at night and all the times he (mr. Lown) would grab my leg and yell "Pepper let go of his leg) pepper was the dog we used to hunt with I used to jump in the air 10 feet and when I come down I was running like the devil himself was after me and Keith and Doug would laugh all night about how jumpy I was.
