Clyde mentioned having a hoop which he rolled. Here is my story about rolling another kind of "hoop".

One Sunday after dinner (that's lunch to you flatlanders), Mama walked over to visit our nearest neighbors, Hattie, Mattie, and their mother, Amanda, Dickerson. She left all the dishes on the kitchen table, saying she would clean them up when she came home. Looking out our double windows at the end of the kitchen table, we had a narrow grassy area, bordered by a four foot retaining wall running the length of the house. The wall held back the hillside which sloped upwards for about 1000 feet.

While Mama was gone, my brother (prob about 15 yr old) started rolling around an old tire with a stick, like Clyde did his hoop. Bill was running the tire back and forth across on the cowpaths on the side of the hill above the kitchen window, and I (about 7-8 yrs old) was tagging along.

I kept pestering Bill to let me roll the tire. Finally he relented and here I went. Well, you can guess what is coming......I lost control and the tire went rolling down the hill toward the house. Bill couldn't catch it. It leaped the retaining wall and went right thru the double windows and onto the kitchen table!!!!

What a mess. I hid in the barn when I saw Mama coming home. She was not a strict person, punishment wise, and I never knew what she said to Bill. I just know we were cleaning up that mess into the late evening, and she cried and cried.

I never rolled a "hoop" again. But I do wish I had a slow motion video of that tire going thru those windows.