Remember when you were a kid, the way you looked forward to a day off from school. Remember the way you would wake up and realize that there was no class that day? I remember that the first day off from school would be Labor Day. Oh how I looked forward to watching an all day Godzilla movie marathon on television( remember that I was an 80's kid whose nanny was the TV.)
Now, I wonder what ever happened to the day off. We now look forward to a day off, only to get more stuff done. It's like we have forgotten how to have fun and convince ourselves of "priorities" that need to be accomplished. Oh to be young again....
I remember, when I was young ( holy Moses, I sound like an old man), I used to be a hell-spawn. It's a flipping miracle that I'm not dead. I used to do things that if the Child Services found out, I would've been taken away and put in a remote part of Alaska, for my protection.
When I was 4 years old, I became involved in the most seductive and dangerous affair of my life. I discovered fire...So there I was, 4 years old, a book of matches, gasoline-soaked rags, a four car garage, and a bad thought. Needless to say, after the fire department noticed that it was arson and a 4 year old had set off the five alarm fire, I woke up weeks later from my coma. It wasn't that I was a mean kid, it was just that I had a gift for getting into trouble.
I remember playing with my little sister and insisting that we throw rocks at each other. They weren't small rocks either. Some were as big as the headaches we would get after we finished playing. Everybody thought we were of Middle Eastern descent for years after witnessing our so-called games.
Another of our favorite games was "how long". "How long" consisted of two or more individuals, a wet index finger, a lamp without a light bulb, and a total disregard for one's life. The object of the game was to see how long one could last being ELECTROCUTED! They still play this game at the prison at Guantanamo Bay. Needless to say, no one really lasted long. We once blew the fuses to the whole house.
My childhood was full of such diversity. I would play games that would make even the most die hard thrill seeker sweat bullets. I have had so many brushes with death that not even Bob Ross had that many brushes. I've had more concussions than the whole defensive line of the New England Patriots. And through it all, I had fun. i don't recommend these games to kids, but we need to have fun.
I loved those days off because that's when I had the most fun. It was moments that I thought that wouldn't matter in the long run, but it turns out that they are the ones that I think of when I'm feeling down.
To finish off, I remember one time my sister, a bunch of my friends, and I found a box spring mattress. we played with it for what seemed like hours. We were bouncing on it, doing front flips, back flips, and any other flip. Out of nowhere, one of the kids decided to see how far we can go in the air by bouncing from a tree. This proved to be fruitless. Another one of the kids lived near by and suggested that we take the box spring into his backyard. He lived in a 9 story apartment building. We began by jumping off the first floor onto the mattress and bounce off of it life quarters off a tight Army Bunk. Being that I was a chubby kid, I didn't get alot of airtime. This is where brainstorming got the best of us. the group deduced that in order for me to get more airtime, I had to jump from a higher floor. I actually found the reason in this theory.
So I climbed the stairs to the third floor of this building and went to the back porch and stared at the tiny box spring at the bottom. I was more than 80 feet high. To make matters worse, the box spring was on a slope. I heard the kids yelling to jump. Jump I did.
The last thing I remember was hearing the wind in my ears. I hit the box spring dead on....and then began to fly, once more through the air, and land 15 feet downhill, away from the target. As my body laid in the crater,created by my lifeless carcass, everyone of those God forsaken Rugrats ran home, and left my sister alone to dispose of the body. My sister's love was demonstrated that day when she dragged my pudgy lifeless sack into the brushline and hid me. She got a change of heart, when she reached home. She cam back to see if I was still dead. Luckily, I finally came to when she showed up. Needless to say, we never again spoke of the incident.
Those were good times! Anyway, I lost track of what I started off saying....who cares..... At least I feel good remembering those moments. I know that you thought of moments in your life that brought a giggle or two. well, everyone...that does it for today...Have a great rest of the week. Keep safe and dream big.
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