Bang! Bang! Bang! Broom of Doom!
“Bang…Bang…Bang!” We would all stop. Knowingly look at each other and fall into formation. Ten kids all under the age of 10-years old, running, playing, making all kinds of noise and simply enjoying the pleasures of childhood. The infamous banging on the ceiling coming through the floor could only mean one thing; we had to headdownstairs where my aunt awaited us with imminent punishment. read more. . .