Jumping off my last post, I was thinking about that infamous day in 1983 when I spent hours playing in the mud, delighting in the cold wet muck of it all. It’s really one of my fondest childhood memories that doesn’t involve, say, getting a great Christmas present, or winning a spelling bee or something. (Yes, I’ve been a Dork for a long time.)
Other bright spots, some of which are just flashes of memory: running around the backyard in the heat of summer, late at night, with my shirt off; waging bottle rocket wars and playing flashlight tag with all the kids in the neighborhood (most of whom were, like my brother, older and male), crushing my brother’s foot in a sledding accident, learning that you can rock a chicken to sleep like a baby.
I wasn’t really a hellion, but I had my moments. So this week, throw in one or two of your deepest memories. Good times, risky stunts you pulled and got away with–or didn’t–the funnest summer EVAR, whatever you got. I say childhood so as to save “Adolescent Shenanigans” for another Friday, but I’m not going to be picky. Tell me about it, you little monkeys.