Our whole family were driving on Hwy 48, north of Englewood. I must have been about 20, because my sister Kym was with us and participating in our conversations, so she must have been at least six or seven. Dad was driving and we were playing a game.
Someone would see an object, say its name and the next person would have to rhyme and so on, each taking a turn until someone was stumped.
House, mouse, blouse, etc. Tree, fee, bee ... street, feet, meet ...
Then it was my turn and I saw a little pond with some birds swimming on it and said, "Duck!" One of your aunts said, "Buck!" and another quickly chimed in with "luck!"
Then Dad said, "Let's play a different game."
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