By Nancy Crossman (Moncton, NB)

Thinking back to the seventies, visions of tube tops and light blue eye shadow dance in my head! In my twenties then, my liberal sense of humour was somewhat, shall we say, ribald! Oh, don't get me wrong; I was a respectable married woman with two small children, not a loose woman by any means. But I'd do most anything for a laugh, and so would Uncle Bob, a practical joker and my father's youngest brother. On a trip to California in 1980, I nearly killed Uncle Bob with my less than ladylike, but lots of fun, behaviour. Our family was in the Redwood Forest, taking pictures of those amazing giants, when Uncle Bob and I got separated from the rest of the group. He was about to take a picture of me in front of a giant redwood that actually housed a store within its massive trunk, when a hilarious idea popped into my devious mind. Now, Uncle Bob always had a candy in his mouth, and as he focused the camera to take the picture that day I pulled my tube top down exposing my bare breasts for a split second. Choking and spluttering, the candy lodged in his throat, I feared Uncle Bob was going to die right there in front of me! He finally did manage to get control of the situation and expel the candy, assuring me that if he had choked to death he would have gone to his reward laughing!

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