boys will be boys
if you blog, then you know that the hardest part is thinking of a good topic. i won't lie, i suck at thinking of topics (especially for writing songs). anyways, i read this guy's awesome blog - ryanmcbride.blogspot.com- and he was writing about all the great stuff he did as a kid. that got me thinking- hey, i did great stuff too! so here goes my childhood highlights :
- my oldest friend todd and i loved doing everything that makes you a man- building forts, camping, making booby- traps, playing with fireworks, and dangerous stuff too. for example, we made a wagon, (not one of those crapy radio-flyer red wagons) i'm talking about a two seater wooden wagon with precision ball bearings and no breaks. i swear we got up to 40 miles an hour once. we also crashed a couple times. mostly we crashed into bushes on purpose... that way we would could slow down before the bend in the road.
In 3rd grade a girl was trying to kiss me. she chased me to the top of the curly-slide, and the kids in line wouldn't let me cut. with her nearly a foot away from me, i did the only thing i could. i socked her in the face. she stepped backwards and fell off the opening where the fire-pole-ladder-thing was. she landed flat on her back, and i got detention.
One time in 4th grade, this kid justin was throwing rocks at me from across the playground. he threw like four rocks at me and kept missing because he's gay. i decided to shut him up and throw a rock back. from across the playground, i picked up one rock and hit him right in the face. i cracked the lens of his glasses, and then i got detention.
In 8th grade, i got a go-ped (a motorized scooter that is now illegal to ride on the streets because it leaves a wake of death!). i was riding to my friends house, and hit a pot-hole. i flipped it at like 20 mph. the next day i was picking shirt out of my skin.
The next year, i came up with a game: somebody rides the goped and other people throw things at him (or her, wait no= girls never talked to me). This kid was riding by at like 15-20mph, and i threw a ball at him from across the street. he crashed and smacked his head against the ground. he also scratched my goped so i stopped hanging out with him.
last summer i was hanging out with my friends and we decided to put a rock in the road and see what happens. i ran out in the street (at like 9:00) and put a rock in the road. cars went over it and nothing happened. my friend ran out and put a good 60 pounder in the middle of the lane. the first car that went by slammed into it and lost it's oil pan. there were sparks everywhere. we left and realized that we are retarded.
the last thing i'm gonna say is the best thing i've ever done. when i was like 8 or 9 my brother and i were fighting. he was on his back, and he put his feet up in the air to kick me...i saw an opening and reacted. i punched him square in the balls as hard as i could. he started crying and yelling "he popped them, he popped them" a few years later he punched me in the back of the head (because he fights dirty) and he broke like 4 bones in his hand.
-steve
p.s.- go be a kid again
- my oldest friend todd and i loved doing everything that makes you a man- building forts, camping, making booby- traps, playing with fireworks, and dangerous stuff too. for example, we made a wagon, (not one of those crapy radio-flyer red wagons) i'm talking about a two seater wooden wagon with precision ball bearings and no breaks. i swear we got up to 40 miles an hour once. we also crashed a couple times. mostly we crashed into bushes on purpose... that way we would could slow down before the bend in the road.
In 3rd grade a girl was trying to kiss me. she chased me to the top of the curly-slide, and the kids in line wouldn't let me cut. with her nearly a foot away from me, i did the only thing i could. i socked her in the face. she stepped backwards and fell off the opening where the fire-pole-ladder-thing was. she landed flat on her back, and i got detention.
One time in 4th grade, this kid justin was throwing rocks at me from across the playground. he threw like four rocks at me and kept missing because he's gay. i decided to shut him up and throw a rock back. from across the playground, i picked up one rock and hit him right in the face. i cracked the lens of his glasses, and then i got detention.
In 8th grade, i got a go-ped (a motorized scooter that is now illegal to ride on the streets because it leaves a wake of death!). i was riding to my friends house, and hit a pot-hole. i flipped it at like 20 mph. the next day i was picking shirt out of my skin.
The next year, i came up with a game: somebody rides the goped and other people throw things at him (or her, wait no= girls never talked to me). This kid was riding by at like 15-20mph, and i threw a ball at him from across the street. he crashed and smacked his head against the ground. he also scratched my goped so i stopped hanging out with him.
last summer i was hanging out with my friends and we decided to put a rock in the road and see what happens. i ran out in the street (at like 9:00) and put a rock in the road. cars went over it and nothing happened. my friend ran out and put a good 60 pounder in the middle of the lane. the first car that went by slammed into it and lost it's oil pan. there were sparks everywhere. we left and realized that we are retarded.
the last thing i'm gonna say is the best thing i've ever done. when i was like 8 or 9 my brother and i were fighting. he was on his back, and he put his feet up in the air to kick me...i saw an opening and reacted. i punched him square in the balls as hard as i could. he started crying and yelling "he popped them, he popped them" a few years later he punched me in the back of the head (because he fights dirty) and he broke like 4 bones in his hand.
-steve
p.s.- go be a kid again
1 Comments:
what do you mean 'i was a girl'. i'm sure girls did some (some) cool things. why don't you blog about the coolest things you ever did as a kid. i promise i'll read and comment:)
-steve
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