More Random Memories

More random memories, mostly for my sake, but if anyone else has memories come back because of reading this, then that's pretty cool too...

…how my best friend Matt in grade school and I would argue over who heard Def Leppard first on the radio, and having to decide who was listening to the radio longer before “Let it Go” came on the first night we heard it…AND, how it important it really seemed at the time
…when Matt and I were down by the creek in Buckhart listening to Iron Maiden and he almost stepped on a snake…I’m laughing right now as I think how he jumped…hilarious. . Wish we would have been listening to Van Halen’s “Jump” at the time. It would have been more appropriate (if it was even out yet).
…the time I tried to make our living room a beach when I brought in sand from the sandbox and then took the backyard house in through the sliding glass door and started watering it.
…trying to set my brother’s Ice Cream Man cart on fire, and feeling completely justified when I got caught… “he told me I could do it!” Ah, the mind of a 5 year old.
…how 5 years old seemed to be when everything happened…I saw my first Playboy, wanted to be the six million dollar man, was in love with Farah Fawcett, learned to cuss, and all when I just started kindergarten. I think that was the age that I learned it wasn’t good to call your Grandmother a “b****”, and it doesn’t feel good to know you might just be the only person to ever call her that.
…that my Grandmother still loves me even if I am the only person to ever call her the B word, and that I’ll be the one that gives her eulogy at her memorial one day.
…watching the Six Million Dollar Man, Born Free, Land of the Lost, and Charlie’s Angels as a kid.
…being embarrassed to have to go #2 at other people’s houses, and how you can only hold it for so long before it got really embarrassing. At Mark Lewis’s house I was trying to hold it, while eating hot dogs at lunch, and then he said something funny and I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s hard to keep holding it when you are laughing. Laughing quickly turned into crying. I was 5 then too, and I don’t think I ate anymore of my hot dog at that particular lunch.
…Mark Lewis was also the lucky recipient of a hard bite on the arm from me. We were walking down the street and he was afraid that the dog bark came from a dog he was scared of, and he didn’t believe it wasn’t. He started running, and I got mad that he wouldn’t listen to me and stop. So, I eventually caught him, tackled him, and bit his arm. He was afraid of getting bitten, but probably didn’t think it would be from me. What was I thinking?
...Damon Soper’s awesome drum solo as a freshman at our school’s Pop’s concert.
…the time that Paul Hendricksen threw up in class in 3rd grade, which caused Matt Bortmess to throw up. I was sitting next to Matt. Thankfully, I had a strong stomach.
…getting kicked out of Donna and Tom’s pool next door for cussing; after being warned to stop it…I was 5 then too.
…getting a doctor recommended Bozo the Clown blow-up punching doll so that I wouldn’t hit my little brother anymore…I think I was 5 then too.
…being amazed I lived past 5 years old!
…the time my friend thought it would be a good idea to pick up my baby brother and drop him. He did it, and then I thought it was a good idea so I did it. Can you guess about what age I was? Actually I was younger, probably only 3, almost 4. God, that one makes me feel sick.
…that remembering all these things is an answer to prayer…I couldn’t remember a lot for a long time.
…the time Mike Hampson and I were riding on an inner-tube on the lake and we were thrown off violently. He reached out to grab me in the water. Problem: my swim trunks had been pulled down to my knees from the force of the wipeout, so his right hand ended up on my left butt cheek. No one has ever recoiled so fast from trying to help a friend.
…I think the same day, a friend of ours was skiing behind another boat, and swung out too wide and had to jettison his ski right before he flew over the back of our boat. The lake police didn’t find that one amusing.
…when I thought “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell (w/ Michael Jackson backing) was one of the coolest songs I had ever heard.
…staying up late on Friday night to watch “Fridays,” the Friday night equivalent to Saturday Night Live and sleeping on the sofa bed. I loved that.
…wishing I had a cool car like Speed Racer