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re: Post a favorite memory you have growing up
Posted on 3/14/17 at 1:43 pm to CAD703X
Posted on 3/14/17 at 1:43 pm to CAD703X
Everything. OK, I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... when my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out!
But the worst thing I ever done: I mixed up all this fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. And I never felt so bad in my entire life!
But the worst thing I ever done: I mixed up all this fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. And I never felt so bad in my entire life!
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Posted on 3/14/17 at 1:43 pm to CAD703X
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Post a favorite memory you have growing up
Feeding Catfish with my grandparents at their Fish Farm.
The fish would start circling to the top of the water in the evening when we would bang the pans that we used to scoop & toss their food to them.
Reason I want a few acres & pond when( if I'm alive) I retire.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 1:45 pm to CAD703X
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long...
Posted on 3/14/17 at 1:56 pm to CAD703X
My Dad would take the whole family down Hwy 27 from Sulphur to go crabbing along the creole natural trail. We would listen to the movie sound tracks of "My Fair Lady" and "Music Man" on the 8 track. We would fill up the old aluminum trash cans with crabs. Also, I remember during the summer my Dad would drop my brothers and friends off to fish the intercostal under the large draw bridge on Hwy 27. When he would come pick us up as soon as he got on the draw bridge grates and the tires start to make that loud humming noise he would lay on the horn. That was our signal to wrap up the fishing and be ready when he got down the bridge.
Last one, watching LSU make a deep run at Omaha and eating crawfish with my mom. Pretty late in the crawfish season so we would call around to see if we could find any. It was so magical to get some of the last crawfish of the season and cheer on the Tigers!
Last one, watching LSU make a deep run at Omaha and eating crawfish with my mom. Pretty late in the crawfish season so we would call around to see if we could find any. It was so magical to get some of the last crawfish of the season and cheer on the Tigers!
Posted on 3/14/17 at 1:57 pm to CAD703X
Penn St. Football Camp
Really got close to the defensive coaches
Really got close to the defensive coaches
Posted on 3/14/17 at 2:15 pm to CAD703X
There were so many great memories with my Dad that it is hard to single out just one. We did so much together when he wasn't working. He was a great Dad growing up. A truly great Dad.
We didn't have a lot of money so we didn't go on a lot of trips and the like. Didn't need to, because that's not where the best memories are made. I think one of my best was the first time he took me on a dove shoot. I can remember getting up extra early on my own and being so excited. I was so proud to see him knock the birds down. I was his retriever and ammo handler, as he called it. Great, great day that will forever be in my memory.
Another great memory involved my Grandfather. Another great man. One time he took me fishing in his little boat back up in this place called Fence Lake - it was one of those little oxbow lakes from the Savannah River. Tons of lily pads. He had this old open faced reel and for some reason loved spoons and the frog rinds...I remember him catching quite a few bass that day. I wasn't big enough, really, so I used an old cane pole. Still have it. Put my line in by one of lily pads and caught a rather good-sized what he called a "government perch." We ended up cooking and eating them over a little fire. Good times.
We didn't have a lot of money so we didn't go on a lot of trips and the like. Didn't need to, because that's not where the best memories are made. I think one of my best was the first time he took me on a dove shoot. I can remember getting up extra early on my own and being so excited. I was so proud to see him knock the birds down. I was his retriever and ammo handler, as he called it. Great, great day that will forever be in my memory.
Another great memory involved my Grandfather. Another great man. One time he took me fishing in his little boat back up in this place called Fence Lake - it was one of those little oxbow lakes from the Savannah River. Tons of lily pads. He had this old open faced reel and for some reason loved spoons and the frog rinds...I remember him catching quite a few bass that day. I wasn't big enough, really, so I used an old cane pole. Still have it. Put my line in by one of lily pads and caught a rather good-sized what he called a "government perch." We ended up cooking and eating them over a little fire. Good times.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 2:15 pm to CAD703X
Not paying bills
Posted on 3/14/17 at 2:22 pm to CAD703X
I remember being a little kid and playing under the house with my brother. We had an elaborate system of roads, tunnels and trails for our tonka trucks and hot wheels cars. I remember the distinct smell and no matter if it was hot or cold outside it always felt cool under the house.
I also remember my dad buying 2 yards of dirt to fix the front yard. My brother and I played in that dirt and over time we fixed the front yard for dad by playing.
Greenwood, LA in the early 80's was a simpler time.
I also remember my dad buying 2 yards of dirt to fix the front yard. My brother and I played in that dirt and over time we fixed the front yard for dad by playing.
Greenwood, LA in the early 80's was a simpler time.
This post was edited on 3/14/17 at 2:24 pm
Posted on 3/14/17 at 2:30 pm to CAD703X
Dad was in Vietnam (second tour). Came home on Christmas leave. I didn't know he was coming. Heard his voice early one a.m. at the house and I thought I was dreaming. It was a great surprise.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 2:46 pm to CAD703X
first time I fapped
Posted on 3/14/17 at 3:04 pm to CAD703X
The time my family was on vacation in North Carolina and a beat up 1951 Chevy truck passed by. I was 14 and my Dad said, "How would you like to buy that and fix it up".
I said that would be cool! We chased the guy down and bought that truck for $400.00, then towed it all the way back home to south Florida.
We spent the next year and a half fixing that truck up, and it was my first car. Straight six with three on the column. We sold that truck for 1800.00, but I got about a million in great times working on that with my dad.
I said that would be cool! We chased the guy down and bought that truck for $400.00, then towed it all the way back home to south Florida.
We spent the next year and a half fixing that truck up, and it was my first car. Straight six with three on the column. We sold that truck for 1800.00, but I got about a million in great times working on that with my dad.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 3:05 pm to CAD703X
Seems a few happen in the years I was 11-13.
I really miss going to my maternal grandma's for a dinner or get-together and most of my uncles and great-uncles would congregate at the shed out back and tell some old stories and drink some homemade muscadine wine.
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My dad showing up at school and popping his head in at the back door telling my teacher that he's checking out my brother and I early so we can go hunting with him. Then seeing the sad faces on my classmates saying, "You're lucky. I wish my dad would do that."
I really miss going to my maternal grandma's for a dinner or get-together and most of my uncles and great-uncles would congregate at the shed out back and tell some old stories and drink some homemade muscadine wine.
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My dad showing up at school and popping his head in at the back door telling my teacher that he's checking out my brother and I early so we can go hunting with him. Then seeing the sad faces on my classmates saying, "You're lucky. I wish my dad would do that."
Posted on 3/14/17 at 3:32 pm to CAD703X
skipping a day of school to go fishing Lake Verret with my dad. I think I was 12 or 13 years old.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 3:48 pm to CAD703X
Mom's family had a big camp on Belle River. Good times were had by all. Now I have a camp in Pigeon, hoping I can create some memories for my daughter.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 4:07 pm to CAD703X
Me and my friend used to suck each others dix, not because we were gay but because it felt good. We were probably 8 at the time
Posted on 3/14/17 at 4:30 pm to CAD703X
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Post a favorite memory you have growing up
When a large area of our family property flooded my dad pulled us around in it on a knee board behind the four-wheeler.
Waking up in the truck and realizing he had taken us out of bed in the middle of the night to go fishing.
Dad coming home and surprising us with a puppy.
Spending the day swimming and fishing in the pond while our parents made homemade sherbet, and them letting us have some of the rock salt.
Watching Dad tie a locust to a string and turn it into a helicopter.
Good times
Posted on 3/14/17 at 4:34 pm to CAD703X
Spending all day swimming off my aunt's dock at her lake cabin then sleeping in the screened in porch with my cousins.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 4:36 pm to CAD703X
Hands down, mine was building a tree-house with my Dad when I was 11 or 12 that me and my metal-head friends dubbed "Devil's Island".
It was an actual house in the crook of a live oak, with a lean-to style roof, complete with screen windows (square holes covered with screen) a porch, a front door, a semi-permanent outlet for TV and a fan, and the trap-door floor entry. My addition, which took alot of BSing him about the need for a "Fire Escape", was a 'mono-rail' (1/2" pipe about 6" long on a TIGHT metal cable)that ran from the trunk near the porch rail all the way to a pine about 30' away. THAT thing was a hit with my friends...
Dad did most of the work, obviously, but I did get to use the table saw for the first time, and earned a "bravest kid I've ever seen" comment from Dad when I had to shimmy up that fricker about 25-30' to secure cables for added floor/porch support. It was wide, but very short...could sleep 3 people comfortably.
I LOVED that fricking tree-house, no other kid had anything like it, and I was the envy of my class and BSA troop. Many a day I spent up there, reading, playing guitar; in later years, hanging out with my friends, smoking, and seeing how far I could get with the chick across the street...
The memory that stayed with me, was looking up at Dad, watching him frame it out and thinking: One day, when I'm old and Dad is long gone, I'm gonna remember this day, this "right now" and wish I was right here again, with him.
It was an actual house in the crook of a live oak, with a lean-to style roof, complete with screen windows (square holes covered with screen) a porch, a front door, a semi-permanent outlet for TV and a fan, and the trap-door floor entry. My addition, which took alot of BSing him about the need for a "Fire Escape", was a 'mono-rail' (1/2" pipe about 6" long on a TIGHT metal cable)that ran from the trunk near the porch rail all the way to a pine about 30' away. THAT thing was a hit with my friends...
Dad did most of the work, obviously, but I did get to use the table saw for the first time, and earned a "bravest kid I've ever seen" comment from Dad when I had to shimmy up that fricker about 25-30' to secure cables for added floor/porch support. It was wide, but very short...could sleep 3 people comfortably.
I LOVED that fricking tree-house, no other kid had anything like it, and I was the envy of my class and BSA troop. Many a day I spent up there, reading, playing guitar; in later years, hanging out with my friends, smoking, and seeing how far I could get with the chick across the street...
The memory that stayed with me, was looking up at Dad, watching him frame it out and thinking: One day, when I'm old and Dad is long gone, I'm gonna remember this day, this "right now" and wish I was right here again, with him.
Posted on 3/14/17 at 4:54 pm to CAD703X
My favorite memory is when my dad used to take me to LSU football games growing up. Specifically, LSU vs Florida in 1997. It was one of the first games I can remember well. I've only missed a few home games since! I lost my father to cancer in 2006. I Still sit in our seats occasionally.
This post was edited on 3/14/17 at 4:56 pm
Posted on 3/14/17 at 5:22 pm to CAD703X
Totally forgot about going to Toledo Bend in the '70s with the family and my mom's side of her immediate family and friends. Hanging out late at night with the older kids and spend some money at the store on the packs of balsa planes. Even tossing them around at night around the security lights.
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