Edgar Hestnes

@yellowsnake109271 · Jan 10, 2026 at 8:03 pm

Megan's Story

Growing up in my neighborhood, at the time. Kids from all age groups still gathered in the yards to play, fight, learn and grow. There were many of us that were roughly the same age +/- a few years. There were mostly boys in our little neighborhood group, but there were a handful of girls in the neighborhood that would also come talk us into playing house and having tea parties. All but one lived at the end of the street. The one that didn’t. Her name was Megan.
Megan was a 5 year old girl with fiery red hair, liked to play hard and also really enjoyed torturing me and sabotaging whatever activity I was participating in. Megan would always make it a point to steal my baseball, glove and bat. Depositing them directly into the storm drains. Megan wasn’t just a neighborhood friend, rival or bully. We also had the same babysitter. She had plenty of practice learning where my buttons were and how she could push them.
She had an older sister, named Julie. I vividly remember watching Julie climb out of a window, reach for Megan and take her with her to freedom. Julie would make her way with Megan to my house and talk to my mother. My mother being the ultra-mom. Always making sure they had