the rolling couch

Here is a picture my Mom took of her family in the 1950's.  I was about seven years old.  This was taken in the Brookside parsonage.  It probably is Sunday and we are all dressed up.  I think we all look very nice.  A note about that couch...that was our rolling couch.  Let me explain.  My oldest brother was ten years old when he became eligible to babysit us when Mom and Dad went out in the evening.  Well, when the parents were away, us kids (meaning me) would have some fun rolling off of the couch.  I would start at the very top of the couch and stretch out full length.  Then I would roll off the top onto the seating section and then roll some more until I was able to roll off the couch on to the floor.  Once there, I would wait my turn and then climb back onto the top of the couch and start over again.  What fun I had.  It was like being at an amusement park.  I was the instigator, I know.  I was always thinking up something dumb to do and then I would drag others into it.  It was just fun, I tell you.  And, I look so sweet in this picture.  Don't let the face fool you.  My brain was always ticking and I can't say it was pretty.  I was always thinking of the next adventure.  Pretty dumb, yes, but does that count?  Fun rules.