My first "cache"

[knowschad]

I just remembered the very first cache I hid. No, it wasn't a geocache, but it was a cache.

 

The year was 1965. I was 14 or 15 years old. My father found a new job several hundred miles from the house that I had come to consider my home in a life that involved moving roughly every five years. I went to my room and gathered my "treasures". I don't remember most of what I gathered up, but I do know that there was an Indian Head penny and an equally old nickle that I had once found in a cold air return in the old house. I put my "treasures" into a cigar box and buried it outside, between the house and the garage.

 

I have since been to that little town in the U.P. of Michigan. The house is still standing, and I remember exactly where I buried my cache. I can see the general area from the street. I am so very tempted, next time I'm up that way, to ask the owners if I can try to dig it up, now 45 years later. Wouldn't that be fun?

[+silksmybaby]

I hope it was in a waterproof container! Take a picture if you ever get to dig it up!

[+BulldogBlitz]

 

The year was 1965. *** I put my "treasures" into a cigar box and buried it outside, between the house and the garage.

 

 

so basically... you have been breaking rules for 45 years...

[+bittsen]

My first cache was hidden in a Frito's bag in the side of the yard at the house where I lived when I was 9. It contained money. LOTS of money (from a 9 year old perspective).

My sister and I made a pact that we would dig it up in a month.

 

Well, a month went by and I bugged my sister to go dig it up but she kept coming up with excuses why we should wait. Finally after a week or so I went and dug it up without her and the Frito's bag was empty. Yup, I was conned by my sister.

[+brslk]

My first cache was hidden in a Frito's bag in the side of the yard at the house where I lived when I was 9. It contained money. LOTS of money (from a 9 year old perspective).

My sister and I made a pact that we would dig it up in a month.

 

Well, a month went by and I bugged my sister to go dig it up but she kept coming up with excuses why we should wait. Finally after a week or so I went and dug it up without her and the Frito's bag was empty. Yup, I was conned by my sister.

 

That makes me cry on the inside but laugh on the outside.

I hope you got to share the Frito's though.

[+brslk]

I just remembered the very first cache I hid. No, it wasn't a geocache, but it was a cache.

 

The year was 1965. I was 14 or 15 years old. My father found a new job several hundred miles from the house that I had come to consider my home in a life that involved moving roughly every five years. I went to my room and gathered my "treasures". I don't remember most of what I gathered up, but I do know that there was an Indian Head penny and an equally old nickle that I had once found in a cold air return in the old house. I put my "treasures" into a cigar box and buried it outside, between the house and the garage.

 

I have since been to that little town in the U.P. of Michigan. The house is still standing, and I remember exactly where I buried my cache. I can see the general area from the street. I am so very tempted, next time I'm up that way, to ask the owners if I can try to dig it up, now 45 years later. Wouldn't that be fun?

 

I might even be tempted to not even ask the owners of the house and just go look for it.

Of course you said it was between the house and garage so they might notice someone in the middle of the night digging there.

Ya, your way is probably the best.

But then if they said no, I would wait till they left the house and go for it.

And probably end up in jail.... as is my luck.

[knowschad]

I just remembered the very first cache I hid. No, it wasn't a geocache, but it was a cache.

 

The year was 1965. I was 14 or 15 years old. My father found a new job several hundred miles from the house that I had come to consider my home in a life that involved moving roughly every five years. I went to my room and gathered my "treasures". I don't remember most of what I gathered up, but I do know that there was an Indian Head penny and an equally old nickle that I had once found in a cold air return in the old house. I put my "treasures" into a cigar box and buried it outside, between the house and the garage.

 

I have since been to that little town in the U.P. of Michigan. The house is still standing, and I remember exactly where I buried my cache. I can see the general area from the street. I am so very tempted, next time I'm up that way, to ask the owners if I can try to dig it up, now 45 years later. Wouldn't that be fun?

 

I might even be tempted to not even ask the owners of the house and just go look for it.

Of course you said it was between the house and garage so they might notice someone in the middle of the night digging there.

Ya, your way is probably the best.

But then if they said no, I would wait till they left the house and go for it.

And probably end up in jail.... as is my luck.

Yeah, in that small town (pop. ~500), it would be a sure case of "Mess with me, you mess with the whole trailer park".

 

silksmybaby: A waterproof cigar box? I don't think so.

BulldogBlitz: Weren't no rulez back then.

[+Gitchee-Gummee]

I remember my first cache, too.

 

The year was 1968, a looooooong ways away from home. This cache though, dealt with things a bit more lethal than pennies and/or nickles.

 

Now.... Can I please go back to forgetting it again?