Publisher's Synopsis
In my hometown we kids loved the season of watermelons. We all had a mean steak in us and we had to steal as many watermelons as we could each night. There were plenty patches and we knew where they were all at. We weren't greedy, we took only what we could eat each excursion. The farmers knew we were stealing from them but we didn't know it. "An oil which was a laxative was our worse enemy and it came down on us at least once a week but we stole the melons ane had a good youth because we didn't believe it was wrong to steal them. We were wrong and after a few years we realized that we were doing wrong. That was just a part of growing up i guess. It sure was fun.
