Post odd random memories.

[Chigworthy]

Some scuzzy kid in 3rd grade brought what looked like that Lik-M-Aid candy to show-and-tell. It was three flavors of dip mix, designed to be mixed with sour cream. One of the pouches was empty. The hairdresser broad that his mom worked for sold them.

Somehow, I convinced the scuzzy kid to give it to me. I ate some of the dip mix as I walked home from the bus stop. I hid it in the bushes, and would eat some of it every day on the way home, even after ants infested it and it became all caked together like those giant "soft" sweet tarts.

It was at the same spot that I found an old thermometer. I broke it and played with mercury on the asphalt. This was right up the street from where the Rhodesian Ridgeback bit my ankle, then got smacked in the head with a beer bottle by his drunken owner. In front of the drunk's house, I lifted up a rotting piece of redwood and saw these giant creepy larvae that looked like rows of corn kernels. They stunk and I couldn't eat corn for a while because of the association.

[topless_mike]

this one time, in band camp.....













no, seriously.

[KC2OSO]

When I was 8 we lived near Dusseldorf Germany and I hung out with this kid named Uwe. He wore lederhosen from time to time and smelled like piss-soaked leather.

One day we were playing at a construction site and got into a rock fight with some other kids. Uwe got hit in the head really hard and ran home crying. I didn't see him for a few days.

When I saw him again he had a cotton plug in his head where the rock hit him. He took out the plug to show me what looked like his brain. Maybe it was just his skull.

[MobCounty]

I have a very feint memory of one of my family members tickling me when I was a little kid that I often worry about.

[sr71blackbird]

As I child in Catholic school, I remember Donny Gerber trying to climb over an iron fence and seeing his hood get caught on top as he flipped over and he nearly hung himself for a second until the hood ripped off and all the white fluff from his coat came out.
Another time in the same school, probably not too long after, I remember being pushed backward into a deep puddle in the school yard and my uniform pants got soaked and I went to the convent to ask for help, and the sisters had me take my pants off and they had me wear a girls skirt while I waited for my pants to be run through the dryer. I was sitting there petrified that another kid might see me.
I remember when Pope Paul died and they had the election of a new Pope and all the kids in the school were looking out the window waiting word from the Monsignor as to when they would announce the new Pope.
I remember going camping with the cub scouts in Bear Mountain and they told us scary stories of wolverines that would attack you if you went out of your tent at night to go to the bathroom, and I remember needing to pee so bad and scared shitless that I ended up peeing in my sleeping bag.
The next morning I found my shoes were burned to a crisp on the rocks around the fire.

[MobCounty]

I remember going camping with the cub scouts in Bear Mountain and they told us scary stories of wolverines that would attack you if you went out of your tent at night to go to the bathroom, and I remember needing to pee so bad and scared shitless that I ended up peeing in my sleeping bag.
The next morning I found my shoes were burned to a crisp on the rocks around the fire.

You sure about that one? I remember in scouts, it was a prank to pee on peoples sleeping bags in the middle of the night as they slept.

[TeeBone]

Summer of 85'
Little Teebone playing shortstop for the Mayport Mets. (Jacksonville Beach)
It was the Bottom of the 6th, and my Lil' bely full of water and Gatorade. I remember the long inning and the overwhelming desire to pee. My desire to piss was growing as the inning crept on longer and longer. My fear of running off the field was looming larger as one by one; the batters cycled through as they kept scoring and forcing us to stay on the field for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, my fear succumbed to a what I knew would be a horrific site for all those in attendance:

I pissed my pants on the field but miraculously, nobody saw it. I waited until a line drive was hit into right field. There was a puddle on the field after I was finished which I promptly dusted over with my cleats. As a side-note, I missed the cutoff man and we lost the game. After the game, I caught a ride home with a teammate's family and blamed the piss smell on his little brother who was 2 years old. I have only mentioned this story here and I feel much better now.

Thanks.

[Death Metal Moe]

In 3rd grade, this kid Lee was kicking my foot while we sat on those old wooden bleachers in the gym. I asked him to stop it several times, but for whatever reason he wouldn't.

All of a sudden and without any thought from me, I had thrust the back of my fist up and into his face. I have no idea why I did this and didn't have any conscious thought about it, I just did it.

I remember the music teacher yelling at me to go down to the principal's office and while on the way I saw the little drops of nose blood on the hard polished floor from when he had walked down to the nurse who was 1 door away.

That was probably the 1st and last time I ever acted out of anger like that without an extremely good reason. So I guess in the end it was a good thing to happen to me and ol' crooked nose.