Friday, March 25, 2011
One day in the summer of 1961, we (Miss Jones, Sherman, and I) got the itch to go out and do something. We decided to go out for a sparrow hunt. No, I do not remember why and how we decided to do that. We got ready to go, with a bb-gun , water and something to munch. We took a taxi to a suburb town called Mooshan(木 栅) and walked in the woods and trails. We had a great time, but not one shot was taken. No sparrow was hunted down.