This has to be the easiest game i’ve ever played. You see the rules are simple, you are tagged by another blogger and forced to divulge personal information. In this case, the information is related to my past. Apparently i need to divulge memories of my childhood.

1) The first childhood memory i have is one i’ve been thinking about for a while. My grandmother’s house that wduluoz now lives in, was a home of variously distinct and pleasant memories. There was the smell of cookies constantly because my grandmother used to cook them. There was the fold out metalic couch bed that always hurt my back. There were the dogs, but this is all surface stuff. The best memory i have from banker is lying on the newly cut grass staring into the sky as a swarm of black birds flew above me blacking out the sky. There were thousands and thousands of birds covering the sky. And they moved in syncronicity. Darting back and forth as they cut a path north toward their winter homes. The air was sharp and brisk. I remember the black cover lasting for five whole minutes and then like magic it was over.

2) The snow falls softly to the ground. I feel as though i’ve never seen snow before, but this is hoth and snow is our life. I can’t believe the emperials have found us. How could we have been so clumsy. I feel the grip of my gun as i wait for their invasion force. The snows covers the ground. Trees dot parts of the landscape and our base lies to my back. Out of no where the i hear the grinding metal of a walker. Pulling out my binoculars i see The walker approaching, oh no Trey is guiding it’s steps. I shiver wondering how easiest i can escape. Setting my blaster for high intensity i let several blaster shots rip through the air cutting through the outer armor of the walker. Suddenly the walker stops and trey jumps from it slipping behind a tree. All my shots miss horribly. I know i’m done for. He charges finally and i retreat to my base. He turns the corner and i let three shots out dead center, his death is my certainty. Out of no where a forcefield appears and saves his scrawny ass. I’m dumbfounded and he cuts me down with a lightsaber. …………………………………………………………………………………

“HEY i killed you”, i scream in anger.
“I had a force field that protects me, you need to do more then a little blaster to kill me.” he chides.
“I had set my blaster for high intensity… damnit… you never play fair.” Growling because i realize the odds of it ever snowing again in mississippi are slim to none, and i don’t really want to spend this snow-time arguing over the rules of the game. BUT DAMNIT THIS ISN’T FAIR!
So we play something else, we attempt to make a snowman. -> And so thats our snow story. More happened i’m sure but thats all i remember. Trey is a jackass. 😉 my blaster is obviously able to go through any forcefield…… its just necessary.

3) The time is 1989 ( date might be inaccurate), the place is Picayune Mississippi. I’ve just recieved word that there was a disturbance on the back 10. I grab my gear and mount my bike. Cutting out of the garage I burn my way out of the driveway. Hitting the highway i wonder about the cause of the disturbance. Making the loop I hit the driveway and make my way to the barn. There i see the abandoned bike betraying my prey. He always hides in the barn.

Gripping the breaks and feeling the rubber slide in rocks I drop the bike in my tracks and go into a crouch. Pulling old betsy from my back i stalk to the back edge of the barn and hear the tell tale signs of his location. 1, 2, 3, 4 pumps should be enough. He knows this is my territory. He will rue having gotten involved here. Slipping from the back wall of the red barn to the protection of the parked car, I hear the creeking of the steps as my prey readies himself for the attack. Slipping through the door of the barn and maneuvering myself very cat-like across the floor i see my prey expecting me to come from the front door. Coming out of cover the firt shot i let loose hits his back square in the center. Feeling the cold wet of defeat he cringes and screams spinning around. His aim is poor because he is emotional now. Soaking the ground around me, He tries to regain some semblance of cover behind the automobile. He is sloppy though, and so i’m able to get him three more times once in the arm and twice in the legs.

Slipping back through the back door, i run to my bike. Turning around and unloosening a bomb i see him break out of the door charging for me. The bomb flies through the air and slams into his head soaking and dropping him to the ground. Picking my bike up, i cut out down the driveway. He has picked himself off the ground and i feel his cold wet kiss goodby hit my back dead center. Shivering as the dirt flies from beneath my tires i hit the highway and know intuitively he gives pursuit. Pulling into the garage i slam the button on my utility belt to call down the door. I hear him pull up as the door hits the ground and laugh with success. My fort is impregnable. Silence on the other side of the door. i smile and resume my work tuning my bike. The door from the house opens and out he steps. Betsy laughs at my calm from next to the garage door button all the way across the room. There is nothing to do but take a bath.

I hate mom. She betrayed me letting him into my base. She will pay.

4) So i got home from school and noticed my friend was hanging around. Doning my explorer’s hat we branched out across the highway into the forest. I had heard of a strange treasure in these woods, but no one has survived to tell the tale. As we trudged through the forest with thorns pulling at my legs i realize that shorts probably wouldn’t be the best attire for this expedition, but we cannot turn back now. John (can’t remember his real name because i knew him for very little) points into the distance and grins
“There she is,” i growl as i pull a thorn vine off of my legs. trickels of blood fall down. ” We should be careful, i hear she is dangerous to outsiders. ”
“i’m following your lead,” John whispers.
Picking my way across the grounds, i watch as the figure of the house becomes more fully formed. Sneaking across the front i call back to john, “Watch out for traps, this is a dangerous place.” Picking my way up the front steps i push the front door in and look around. The treasure has to be hidden somewhere here i think. From behind i hear John ask me if it is safe. “yes i seems safe”.
As i take a step forward the world freezes for an instant. In one moment i hear this loud snap as the wood gives and i feel an immense pain as i fall into the trap feet first. Hitting the ground on my right ankle i feel a second snap and pain shoots through my body. I bite my lip causing it to bleed a little. Cursing like a sailor i call john to, “Help me get out of here.” I sit waist deep in the floor of this house. “Snakes could be down there just waiting to bite the fuck out me… DAMNIT JOHN GET OVER HERE. John slowly pokes himself up and attempts to pull me out. SEARING pain shoots through my leg. I yell something unintelligable. Finally i pull myself out with very little help from john and lean against the wall of the house. I curse myself for getting into this mess. That moment occurs when i spend a couple seconds wishing i could go back in time and tell myself what an idiot i am. Walking with John in the background making comments about how he wonders if he will get in trouble. I stumble from tree to tree using them as support.

I make it to the highway and see john vanish toward his house calling behind how he doesn’t want to get into trouble. Trey pulls up in his brown car and sees me. He yells if everything is ok and i yell i need his help. With trey’s shoulder as support i make my way into the house and plop myself on the chair. Only a little while till mom and dad come home. They will be angry of course. They will have to take me to the emergency room. They know me by my first name there btw.

result: Grounded for a week and having to walk on crutches for a couple month or so… never did find that treasure.

5) This is a memory i will tell in cold cut details, because to mark it with my imagination at the time, would distort the memory to much. We lived in a house that was located in the center of a forest almost. At least the house was on the outskirts of the forest, and there was a lake nearby also. The nearest neighbor was maybe 1/4 a mile away but you couldn’t see their house because the forest surrounded our house and split us apart. Their house on the other hand was near a subdivision. Today the subdivision has spread and the forest has been demolished. Sad. My memory for this moment is of the lake. The lake is also between our houses, but closer to theirs. The they is our neighbor’s two children. I don’t remember their names. I’m bad with names.

I remember though that their father was draining the lake, and in the middle of the lake was an island. This island was the focal point of the memory. For the longest time we had wanted to go to the island. Since the lake was being drained, we thought it would be easy to get there. We were wrong. As we attempted the crossing fo the lake my feet sunk into mud . All the same before we ever got close to the island, I lost my shoes in the mud. Again this angered my parents. I never did find those shoes. Ok this memory sucked for you i bet. This was also the time when we built a fort out of pallets and tarps in the forest. It was mainly the work of trey and the two neighbors but it was an awesome fort. Even had a tv with electricity….. the cord was run from their house with a lot of extension on it.

oh well i’m done with this…

Michael i’m going to be coming to lafayette July 30-August 3rd… i’d like to meet you one of those days, it is sat-sun-mon-tue-wed. just so you know… the sat i’ll be busy and the wed i’ll need to fly out early so … any other time should be free…

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Wouldn’t you know, such an easy game and i failed to follow the rules…. ok here are the instructions and my own nomination for the next memory trip.

Hehe ok here are the rules, particpation is voluntary. Apparently the rules were origonally to name five different things that you miss from your childhood, i modified it slightly to simply write five different fond memories you have of your childhood. .. oh well let the internet police get me… have fun… Mary is nominated now… Mayfly…

p.s. copy the following list into your blog and delete the first blog name and then enter your own blog name Mayfly.

1 # Babbling Bente
2 # Sharkey Malarkey
3 # It’s Not all Mary Poppins
4 # snaars
5 # Arglor