What do you remember when you were six, ten, and twelve years of age? We are all unique with our own specififi c memories. OVER THE STILE relates experiences from my growing up years. One afternoon when I was six, I was standing on a ladder talking to my neighbors over the fence, and boom To my surprise, the ladder collapsed. A broken arm is painful Worse yet, when I was thirteen, I and a neighbor had one of the bloodiest fights ever seen in my neighborhood. We ripped each others' shirts off, and punched each other, while my parents cheered for me. The watching neighborhood kids were on my side too. You're invited to come and enjoy the journey with me down memory lane. May you be reminded of your own childhood days.