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Favorite childhood memories?
Tomorrow?
Favorite childhood memories?
Tomorrow?
Do you remember the time you made lasagne from "scratch?"
I was about six or seven. I got into a rock throwing fight with another kid my age and his little brother. It was going alright, but I ran out of rocks and found this small block of 2x4 with a rusty nail sticking out of it. I lobbed it over a tree that was between us, aiming for the top of the bigger kid's head. It came down a little off center. Almost clipped his ear clean off. He ran away like a scalded-ass dog.
It was cool. But boy was his mom pissed.
Ahh...memories.
One other great childhood memory is when I first learned I could masturbate and with some imagination could make love to both Marcia Brady and Mrs. Brady. Unfortunately my imagination tended to run away with me at times and a naked Alice joined the fray which immediately killed the mood and forced me to return to my math home work.
Favorite childhood memories?
Tomorrow?
Why do some have to dirty up everything?
Why do some have to dirty up everything?
My first Big Wheel...I was 6.. I gave new meaning to the phrase "Hell on wheels".. We lived in a second story house.. As soon as I got it, I ran downstairs, opened the front door, ran back upstairs, carried it to the hall, and rode it down approx 20 stairs from the house to the porch, then down the porch stairs to the street, then played "demolition derby" with anything in my path (neither the dog, nor my brother were spared, either)...until my downstairs neighbor got his Green Machine - then I played demolition derby with him until I wore the wheels right off it, which happens faster than you'd think when you tear the "brake" off of it, and just do spin outs to stop.
My back rest was different, and didn't last more than 10 mins before it "accidentally" landed in the bushes..
Why do some have to dirty up everything?
My first Big Wheel...I was 6.. I gave new meaning to the phrase "Hell on wheels".. We lived in a second story house.. As soon as I got it, I ran downstairs, opened the front door, ran back upstairs, carried it to the hall, and rode it down approx 20 stairs from the house to the porch, then down the porch stairs to the street, then played "demolition derby" with anything in my path (neither the dog, nor my brother were spared, either)...until my downstairs neighbor got his Green Machine - then I played demolition derby with him until I wore the wheels right off it, which happens faster than you'd think when you tear the "brake" off of it, and just do spin outs to stop.
My back rest was different, and didn't last more than 10 mins before it "accidentally" landed in the bushes..
Those were cool, if you got going downhill fast enough you could spin around and around forever, or till you hit the ditch.