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That summer day started off like any other summer day. We had just got done playing a game of pickle at Danny’s house and we where tired of playing that game so we tried to think of something to do. We stretched our brains for something to do that was remotely close to fun. Then one of the guys came up with a brilliant idea to go to a new neighboring house that had poured the cement basement about a week before. The yard had freshly new dirt mountains, and the boys wanted to check them out. We decided to take a look at the dirt mountains, because we didn’t have anything better to do. The dirt hill stared back at us with nothing extravagant about the hill; however this boring hill was the cause of world war 3 as the guys started throwing mud clods at the girls. We took our places securely behind the hill and fired mud clods at each other. This went on for about a half an hour, and each of us was dirtier than we were when we started. Not knowing who had won we called a truce, and we all sat along the rugg