We stepped onto the porch laughing, shaking water off our heads. Drops flew everywhere. My three brothers and I were soaked—wet boots, wet socks, wet hair, wet jeans. Oh, those drenched jeans were so hard to get out of and even harder to walk in.
We put our wet clothes in the concrete tub, dried off and changed. We had been outside moving sprinkler pipe and it was hot and dusty. My oldest brother, Court, started it as soon as the water began to flow. He ran up to one of the sprinkler heads and aimed it at one of us. Then we all picked a sprinkler head. Next thing I knew, a strong burst of water hit me in the face and it hurt.
Undaunted, I aimed better and…