Stuff I'll Never Forget

In the course of my 20 year life I have clutched onto certain memories that I will probably never forget. Some of these are my defining moments.

-In the winter of 2006 I drove my car into a wrought iron mailbox. While my anti-lock brakes worked feverishly to stop the vehicle, everything went into slow motion. Questions ran through my mind, "will the car stop?" "is this wrought iron mailbox expensive" "can I do enough damage to my car to get a new one?" I hit that mailbox and I hit it good. So good, in fact, it cost me over $300.

-In my old house there was window at the end of my bed. I was afriad a man with a machine gun, like the one I saw in the Batman video game on Sega Genesis would jump through the window and kill me.

-I once had a dream a man with long red hair was dancing by himself in the basement of my old house. After that dream, I never went in the basement unless someone else was with me.

-While in high school I would occasionally visit my cousins at MSU. One time we went a party and there was flip-cup games going on in the basement all night. I didn't know how to play and I accidently sabotaged my team. It was a disaster.

-In 7th grade I called a girl a bitch. She got one of her older friends to try and fight me because I had what he called a, "fag face." I narked on him and was left alone ever since.

-I used to fake sick from school so I could progress in my Madden Franchises endeavors on N64 and later, PS2.

-I wore briefs until 7th grade.

-When I was in elementary school, probably first grade, the bus stop was directly in front of my house. After a long day of classes, gym, music, learning to read, etc. I was exhausted and ready to sit in front of the television and watch The Rugrats. On this particular day there was a substitute bus driver, unaware of where to stop. After yelling "Stop!" three times he slammed on the brakes two houses past mine. He opened the door and said he wasn't supposed to stop here. I ignored him, jumped out, ran into my mom's arms and laughed at myself. Then I burst into tears.

-The funniest kid I ever met was named Greg Moore. In 2nd grade my friend Eric and I would joke around with Greg all the time. Sometimes if we joked around too much, we would have to turn our cards over which was the worst type of punishment possible. On one of the days I had to turn over my card, the class was going on a field trip to the Detroit Zoo. The weather was pretty nasty- windy and raining. My mom showed up to the classroom before we left to drop off a poncho. I was deathly afraid she would see my card turned over, she never did and I never told her.

-Growing up, the coolest adult I ever met was a guy from my dad's office I called, "Big Man." He drove a black Camaro and was even funnier than Greg Moore. One time my dad, Big Man, and I went to a Nascar race. We were all sitting in a suite when my dad stepped out. As two ladies in the suite watched, Big Man emptied out a Red Dog beer can, filled it with pop, and told me to drink from it when my dad was around. When my dad walked back in he grabbed the can from me and asked, "What's this?" Everyone burst out laughing.

-My piano teacher used to yell at me when I would play the wrong notes. One time I couldn't get the end of a piece correct. Over and over I played, continually getting shaken up on the last few notes. A young Indian girl waiting for her lesson began to giggle at me. I'm still haunted by her ruthless cackling.

-I hate lying in bed on Sundays knowing the weekend is over and I will never be able to relive the past two days.