I remember the satisfying way that these berries went splat when they hit the white garrise door. We were like, this is greatle we were trying to get the perfect splat and throwing it, throwing all the berries, again and again. The guy was so annoyed, under andably. It didn't really compute in my brain that we'd done anything wrong. I can't visualize where this would have been. You came aff to the house and took a right, yes, the top of the road, and ther took a left about half, about 50 yards down from there, over the road, there was an area with some carriages. And we used to play football