Once upon a time there lived a troll who owned a hole.

The poor troll’s hole was a small section of the driveway and looked like charcoal.

Three little kids continually rode their bikes and scooters through the hole with no control.

This forced the troll to man the hole like she was on patrol.

Every so often while out for a stroll, the troll would catch a kid in her hole.

For each capture, the troll requested a kiss for the child to be out on parole.

Over the years, these kids and the troll loved this game with all their heart and soul.

**True story. I can’t remember how Troll Hole originated, but the aforementioned Troll brings us hours of fun and is a legend in our house.