- Making each other pass out....my in the bathroom at Albion Middle...everyone thinks I faked it. -
- Making you pass out on the side of your house...you tell me this long dream you had, takes two hours to tell me the dream, you were out for like 10 seconds, drooled all over my arm. -
- Making Raquel DeHaan pass out, she goes into this trance and makes all of the other girls believe she is being chased and murdered by some freak, everyone freaking out...you and I think it is all crap....John Morgan slaps Raquel to wake her up. -
Monday, January 5, 2009
Raquetball
- Walking over to Alta Canyon Sports Center and playing Raquetball for the first time. -
- Raquetball over the years (we sluffed the last day of 8th grade with Brian Hansen and Jon DuVall, went to Smiths, ate food, played Raquetball, got in trouble because Brian tried to forge a note from Mom to leave, school called his mom, his mom called our moms, Jon was the only "survivor"....we hated on Brian for being dumb.-
- SUU Raquetball with everyone (playing and beating almost everyone and smearing the RA...huge guy, whats his name?)
- Raquetball over the years (we sluffed the last day of 8th grade with Brian Hansen and Jon DuVall, went to Smiths, ate food, played Raquetball, got in trouble because Brian tried to forge a note from Mom to leave, school called his mom, his mom called our moms, Jon was the only "survivor"....we hated on Brian for being dumb.-
- SUU Raquetball with everyone (playing and beating almost everyone and smearing the RA...huge guy, whats his name?)
Brandi Holbrook
This should be a bunch of posts inside a post too.....the 6th grade girl that sent us both over the edge.
- First day at 6th grade "Mind if I call you shorty?" -
- Brandi at her house (we were not allowed inside because her parents were never home) but we played on the trampoline with her and her sisters (Amanda and Barbie...I think) for hours -
- Halloween Ninja's (stalking Lori Latimer and Brandi Holbrook)-
- Chris gets kicked out of scouts by Alvord and heads over to Brandi's house...not the least bit upset about getting kicked out.....best day with Brandi.
- Hairy nipples - (do you want to cover everything?)
- Madonna song crazy for you -
- First day at 6th grade "Mind if I call you shorty?" -
- Brandi at her house (we were not allowed inside because her parents were never home) but we played on the trampoline with her and her sisters (Amanda and Barbie...I think) for hours -
- Halloween Ninja's (stalking Lori Latimer and Brandi Holbrook)-
- Chris gets kicked out of scouts by Alvord and heads over to Brandi's house...not the least bit upset about getting kicked out.....best day with Brandi.
- Hairy nipples - (do you want to cover everything?)
- Madonna song crazy for you -
Ami and (whats her name)
Can't remember her name....damn. What was the name of the girl that lived over in the circle that was friends with Calley Allen and Ami Quintero....Brittany? I think it was Brittany Dean.
- Day we got in a fight around her trampoline and tried to whip each other with the necklaces we got from Mr. Aders in 3rd grade for being "good". Neighbor catches us and askes what's up and we say "nothin...." -
- Brittany (I think that is her name) wanted to "ML" me. What the h--? We were like 8 years old? -
- Callie Allen was another one.
- Day we got in a fight around her trampoline and tried to whip each other with the necklaces we got from Mr. Aders in 3rd grade for being "good". Neighbor catches us and askes what's up and we say "nothin...." -
- Brittany (I think that is her name) wanted to "ML" me. What the h--? We were like 8 years old? -
- Callie Allen was another one.
The dirt hills
This should be a series of posts but outlined in one title:
- Running the jumps -
- Aaron helps build part of the clubhouse and rips his head open with the claw of the hammer, blood everywhere -
- Aaron and Chris chasing each other on the paths of the dirt hills and Aaron exclaims "I am as sure footed as a mountain goat" as he jumps over Chris into the sage bushes and crashes and gets all cut up. -
- Ami and Aaron kissing in the clubhouse while Chris "keeps watch and guard" -
- Running the jumps -
- Aaron helps build part of the clubhouse and rips his head open with the claw of the hammer, blood everywhere -
- Aaron and Chris chasing each other on the paths of the dirt hills and Aaron exclaims "I am as sure footed as a mountain goat" as he jumps over Chris into the sage bushes and crashes and gets all cut up. -
- Ami and Aaron kissing in the clubhouse while Chris "keeps watch and guard" -
Clubhouse
Built in Chris's backyard from scraps of construction sites
Chris says:
A clubhouse to last for the ages. We were the first. The pioneers. The trail blazers. After we built The Hut (we didn't call it the clubhouse), everyone else and their dog decided that they needed some kind of clubhouse for themselves. And all theirs turned out better than ours. But there is something to be said for being the first.
We hauled scrap wood from all over the neighborhood (and beyond) and with our very limited understanding of construction, we built the ugliest hut ever. It looked like an outhouse built for two. Thinking back, I wish we would have cut a little moon in to the door -- for the limited time that we had a door. The thing I was most proud of was the fact that it had an upstairs. We had such big plans for The Hut that first summer -- we were going to sleep out there, and hold all of our clandestine meetings inside. Of course, like a lot of the big plans we had (Project Euphoria), it was more fun to plan than to actually carry out.
Sleeping in The Hut was really out of the question. First of all, it was only about six feet square. Secondly, it was so hot inside -- it was like solitary confinement in some Vietnamese POW camp.
The other great innovation was to build a sloping roof, with a little platform on the front -- just right for jumping off of, on to the trampoline (which was really it's primary purpose for most of it's existence). Do you remember when we built it? It stood for several years. In fact it wasn't torn down until I was on my mission (sometime between 1991 and 1993).
Aaron:
We were the first, and everyone else had their Dad's actually build them, we did ours.....no help. Of course ours was so overbuilt I think you could have parked a truck on it.
We jumped off the roof of that hut because your mother was not too keen on our jumping off the house onto the tramp. Since the house was like a 8' drop, jumping off the hut was only like 4'......if that. Speaking of jumping off stuff, do you remember the time we took the screen out of your mom's window in her bedroom and jumped out the window down to the tramp? I get a cold sweat thinking about that stuff. I would kill my child for even THINKING something like that let alone actually DOING it.
{sigh}
The hut was great, way too hot. I remember we somehow got a piano hinge from somewhere and made the door and had it actually swing in. Of course, it rained, and the hinge rusted shut. We had to kick in the door to get back in. I think we were going to sleep in it at one point, in the upstairs loft, but by the time we got our sleeping bags up there, it was way too hot and too small. I think if we had done it, one of us would have fallen down the hole to the bottom floor. We pulled our stuff and slept out on the tramp.
The hut was an accomplishment, we were the first to get one up, and probably the last to take it down. How many people can say they built a 'hut' with their best friend growing up?
Chris says:
A clubhouse to last for the ages. We were the first. The pioneers. The trail blazers. After we built The Hut (we didn't call it the clubhouse), everyone else and their dog decided that they needed some kind of clubhouse for themselves. And all theirs turned out better than ours. But there is something to be said for being the first.
We hauled scrap wood from all over the neighborhood (and beyond) and with our very limited understanding of construction, we built the ugliest hut ever. It looked like an outhouse built for two. Thinking back, I wish we would have cut a little moon in to the door -- for the limited time that we had a door. The thing I was most proud of was the fact that it had an upstairs. We had such big plans for The Hut that first summer -- we were going to sleep out there, and hold all of our clandestine meetings inside. Of course, like a lot of the big plans we had (Project Euphoria), it was more fun to plan than to actually carry out.
Sleeping in The Hut was really out of the question. First of all, it was only about six feet square. Secondly, it was so hot inside -- it was like solitary confinement in some Vietnamese POW camp.
The other great innovation was to build a sloping roof, with a little platform on the front -- just right for jumping off of, on to the trampoline (which was really it's primary purpose for most of it's existence). Do you remember when we built it? It stood for several years. In fact it wasn't torn down until I was on my mission (sometime between 1991 and 1993).
Aaron:
We were the first, and everyone else had their Dad's actually build them, we did ours.....no help. Of course ours was so overbuilt I think you could have parked a truck on it.
We jumped off the roof of that hut because your mother was not too keen on our jumping off the house onto the tramp. Since the house was like a 8' drop, jumping off the hut was only like 4'......if that. Speaking of jumping off stuff, do you remember the time we took the screen out of your mom's window in her bedroom and jumped out the window down to the tramp? I get a cold sweat thinking about that stuff. I would kill my child for even THINKING something like that let alone actually DOING it.
{sigh}
The hut was great, way too hot. I remember we somehow got a piano hinge from somewhere and made the door and had it actually swing in. Of course, it rained, and the hinge rusted shut. We had to kick in the door to get back in. I think we were going to sleep in it at one point, in the upstairs loft, but by the time we got our sleeping bags up there, it was way too hot and too small. I think if we had done it, one of us would have fallen down the hole to the bottom floor. We pulled our stuff and slept out on the tramp.
The hut was an accomplishment, we were the first to get one up, and probably the last to take it down. How many people can say they built a 'hut' with their best friend growing up?
"Nothin's gonna stop me this time!!!"
(Chris riding the Huffy over the dirt hill up by Quail Hollow Elementary)
Chris:
Anyway -- Nothing's gonna stop me this time!
Never have words been farther from the truth. This was in the earliest days of Quail Hollow Elementary. Newcastle Drive was not complete, so the school was surrounded by mounds of dirt -- which was really cool for kids with some courage and a cool dirt bike. I had neither.
I had a great fear of hurting myself, so generally I played it safe -- Aaron took enough chances for both of us. But on top of that, I had the stupidest bike in the history of boys bikes: The Huffy Bandit. (My parents assumed that because I wore cowboy boots, and a superman cape, and a space helmet, and guns and a lightsaber -- all at the same time -- that I wanted to be a dork).
The Huffy Bandit was a black monstrosity -- supposedly inspired by the Smokey and the Bandit movies. It bore no resemblance to a Trans Am. It had a long, trapezoidal seat that looked like a black pound cake. But the coup de gras, the piece de resistance, were the handle bars. They were bent and curved in a manner that made it impossible to do the two things that all boys want to do with their bikes -- jump and do wheelies.
It was like riding a drunk moose. On rollerskates. But not as graceful.
Anyway, Aaron and I were riding around in the dirt, through this little washboard area, but there was one hill (which was not very big - but kind of steep). Aaron could go up and down this hill very easily, but I couldn't do it -- mostly because, for whatever reason I chickened out and jumped off of my bike before I got half way up the little mound. After the humiliation of failing seven or eight times, I made the famous declaration "Nothin's gonna stop me this time!!!"
I got way back, to pick up some good speed, and I was off. Closer. Closer. I was going to do it -- and I'd probably get some good air on the other side too -- I'd be a real boy!
I'm not sure what happened, but when my front tire hit the base of the hill, it just stopped. Inertia took over, and I just went right over the handle bars (or more accurately, right INTO the handle bars).
Needless to say, somethin' stopped me that time.
Aaron found great humor in this emasculation.
Aaron:
HAHA! That was a funny retelling although I have to say from my point of view I felt bad that you didn't make it. I did make sure you were able to laugh about it before I broke out in all out laughter. I wondered to myself "I wonder why Chris just won't go up the hill....its not that steep, he just needs to keep pedaling."
For whatever reason when you started up the hill you would always stop pedaling and try to coast up the hill, thus not making it, and jumping off. When you made your "NOTHINGS GONNA STOP ME THIS TIME" exclamation I really hoped you would make it. You were standing up when you went over the handlebars into the dirt and I remember thinking "Crap, he'll never try that again..."
I am pretty sure you eventually made it up the hill, I don't recall when or how that happened, but I do recall the crash vividly. In thinking about that, it was just before 3rd grade. That would have made us about 8 ish?
Chris:
Anyway -- Nothing's gonna stop me this time!
Never have words been farther from the truth. This was in the earliest days of Quail Hollow Elementary. Newcastle Drive was not complete, so the school was surrounded by mounds of dirt -- which was really cool for kids with some courage and a cool dirt bike. I had neither.
I had a great fear of hurting myself, so generally I played it safe -- Aaron took enough chances for both of us. But on top of that, I had the stupidest bike in the history of boys bikes: The Huffy Bandit. (My parents assumed that because I wore cowboy boots, and a superman cape, and a space helmet, and guns and a lightsaber -- all at the same time -- that I wanted to be a dork).
The Huffy Bandit was a black monstrosity -- supposedly inspired by the Smokey and the Bandit movies. It bore no resemblance to a Trans Am. It had a long, trapezoidal seat that looked like a black pound cake. But the coup de gras, the piece de resistance, were the handle bars. They were bent and curved in a manner that made it impossible to do the two things that all boys want to do with their bikes -- jump and do wheelies.
It was like riding a drunk moose. On rollerskates. But not as graceful.
Anyway, Aaron and I were riding around in the dirt, through this little washboard area, but there was one hill (which was not very big - but kind of steep). Aaron could go up and down this hill very easily, but I couldn't do it -- mostly because, for whatever reason I chickened out and jumped off of my bike before I got half way up the little mound. After the humiliation of failing seven or eight times, I made the famous declaration "Nothin's gonna stop me this time!!!"
I got way back, to pick up some good speed, and I was off. Closer. Closer. I was going to do it -- and I'd probably get some good air on the other side too -- I'd be a real boy!
I'm not sure what happened, but when my front tire hit the base of the hill, it just stopped. Inertia took over, and I just went right over the handle bars (or more accurately, right INTO the handle bars).
Needless to say, somethin' stopped me that time.
Aaron found great humor in this emasculation.
Aaron:
HAHA! That was a funny retelling although I have to say from my point of view I felt bad that you didn't make it. I did make sure you were able to laugh about it before I broke out in all out laughter. I wondered to myself "I wonder why Chris just won't go up the hill....its not that steep, he just needs to keep pedaling."
For whatever reason when you started up the hill you would always stop pedaling and try to coast up the hill, thus not making it, and jumping off. When you made your "NOTHINGS GONNA STOP ME THIS TIME" exclamation I really hoped you would make it. You were standing up when you went over the handlebars into the dirt and I remember thinking "Crap, he'll never try that again..."
I am pretty sure you eventually made it up the hill, I don't recall when or how that happened, but I do recall the crash vividly. In thinking about that, it was just before 3rd grade. That would have made us about 8 ish?
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