What's your favorite memory as a kid?

I was thinking about my Dad teaching us to dive off the dock at the lake. He was being a particularly big asshole that day. So when he dove off and hit his head on a rock at the bottom and came up bleeding....ahhhh...good times.

 

yes... good ole fasioned injuries!
they are sweet....

Watched my father shoot himself with a ring-shanked nail from a framing nailer! Oh the laughs!

 

One name...

Molly Thomas

One location...

Her bedroom while her parents out of town.

One problem...

Her little brother would not go to bed

One solution...

Went to Wal-Mart, bought the kid some crayons, coloring books, and several other knick-knacks.

*I was thirteen and Molly was seventeen. Man... what a life I've lead.

 

I watched Apocalypse Now this weekend, and it got me thinking. I love this movie, but it reminded me of my English teacher in High School. Mr. Clarke was 6'3", smelled yummy, had a great smile, and an even more amazing body...*sigh*. I ran into him at home last year...he looks better now than he did then...if that's possible. I went all hot and sweaty and felt like I was 16 again. It was nice....oh yeah...we watched Apocalypse Now in English Class....

 

Small world, I had a Mr Clarke teaching 9th grade science. I wasn't doing homework and he told me on a Friday he was mailing a letter to my house and to make sure my parents signed it and I returned it. He dropped dead of a heart attack while mowing his yard the next day. Must have been before he went to the mailbox. Great memory. His replacement was Ms. Fiorino the only really hot teacher I ever had.

 

Nice to know both Hugo and I were "hot for teacher"

 

I was never hot for any of my teachers, but my little sis's kindergarten teacher was smokin hawt!!! I'll bet Ms Peterson could have taught me all kinds of things.

 

Strange.. All my former teachers wanted me.. women and men alike.. yay me.

 

Unfortunately some of them also got you. Women and men alike.

 

For sure.. with detention for "talking back"...

 

Funny story.. One particular English teacher.. Ms. Woods.. Loved to give me detention. My sophmore year the school instituted what they called.. "assertive disipline".. It would start at 15 minutes.. then 1/2 hour.. then an hour.. I may have deserved it many time for talking in class etc., if a Siberian Gulag is the model of your high school.. but many times I didn't deserve it..til one day.. the last time she ever gave me detention..


A couple guys were sitting behind me flipping quarters for dollars in class... the quarter hits the floor and it's . "Alright (wez), that's 15 minutes! ".. "I didn't do anything".. That's 1/2 hour!.. "But I didn't do anything".. All right, that's an hour.. "Silence"....


A girl in front of me.. sweet Mary G.. mmmmm.. speaks up and says, "Why do you always give him detention? He never does anything wrong." Looked like someone smacked teachette in the gut, but she didn't take away my detention for whatever prideful reason.. But a week or so later she apologized and never gave it to me again.. yay me.



Hahahahaha... in another class one day, a buddy of mine sat a few seats behind me and I heard his pot pipe hit the floor.. Turned around to see him quickly grabbing it.. He got lucky.. Same room.. Differerent teacher.. Ya know, that teacher liked to give me detention too..

Apparently Business law was the perfect place to scrape a pipe.. wtf?

Come to think of it, he used to like to fondle hash in accounting too.. hahahahaha

That class was great.. had a teacher retiring and he'd come in, take attendance, and leave for the rest of the hour.. everyday .. cept test days..

 

Didn't do the students any favors, though. Did he.

 

Oh yeah.. he gave us freedom.

He'd help with questions if ya asked.. but it was up to us to do the work.. He didn't need to lord over us, and the grade was what you earned.. I liked it.

Plus.. never once got detention from him..

 

Holy Wez! Conceited much?

 

I'm not you.. please explain


hehehehehe.. yay me

 

I'm 18 years old serving on the USS Gridley CG21. I'm on the midnight watch on the fantail. It's so dark that if you walk out (even after standing under red exit lights) you can't see you hand if front of your for face for five minutes. I'm bored out of my scull so I start singing into my sound powered head phones that only others on watch can hear. I sing Across the Universe by The Beatles. I'm waiting to be told to shut the hell up or get some kind of reprimand. Instead after I'm finished I start getting requests.




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Eating my dog food at my nans house...awww bless me

 

I'm sure it was "cute" but you really need to get a new favorite memory.

 

The post asked about memories from when you were a kid, not from last week.

 

Ohh...pfft, see i only read half the story...but your soo wrong, last week i ate fish food