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This is my very, very late T13. I had completely forgotten to do one and then it got so late I almost decided to skip it for the the week. You can blame the subject on EE. It was her idea as I have been having a tough time coming up with new ones.
- My mom and dad coming to my little league baseball games.
- The time I threw up all over my grandma when we had a family reunion/Christmas dinner in Oakland.
- My first kiss in kindergarten.
- My 2nd, 3rd and others in 1st grade 🙂
- Having a crush on Debbie Kelner.
- Being sent to my first baseball tryouts. My mom dressed me up in this awful brown sweater and Hush Puppies and then meticulously pinned my number to me. I was so embarrassed that when it came time to field my first fly ball, I caught it in the eye. OUCH!
- I can remember my sister stabbing me in the back with a fork. But I can’t remember what I did to provoke her.
- I can remember the time we went to Marine World and my sister was picking on me the whole day. Well I enough was enough and I got her in a head lock and began knocking her head into the stucco on the side of the house. My dad came out, thinking someone was knocking on the door. I thought I was going to get killed. Instead, he sort of chuckled as he made me let go and proceeded to tell me how wrong I was. I knew he had seen everything and that he possibly even felt bad for me.
- I remember the time I stung by a bee on my hand. I meant to grab something to clean the sting, but grabbed Heat instead. My hand got so infected they had to actually peel the skin off to expose live flesh. It was pretty awful.
- I remember getting into a fight with Frankie Barker. It was 7th grade and I was a bit of a bully. Anyway, we were in this fight on some dude’s grass when the owner came out and pulled me off of him. When I turned back to Frankie, he popped me in the nose and broke my nose. It was a real turning point for me as I stopped picking on people and started defending those picked on.
- I remember the time I discovered electricity. Or at least what it felt like. I had taken one of my sister’s bobby pins and stuck it in the outlet. After doing the 60 cycle shuffle, I looked down at my hand to see that it was a very nice shade of brown. I tried covering it in a napkin, hoping my mom wouldn’t notice. Fat chance. She did!
- I remember my first dog. He was a beagle I had named Kevin, after my best friend. Can you imagine having a dog named Kevin. He miraculously disappeared after a couple months. My parents told me he died, having been hit by a car. I’m pretty sure they were trying to soften the blow of him running away in shame due to his name.
- I remember the constant fights in my home from late Jr. High onward. I remember when my mother cut my dad’s fingers off and I had to go with him to the hospital to get them reattached. I was all covered in his blood as was our family room wall and furniture. Depression can be a serious beast and while I didn’t understand it then, I have an appreciation for it now and for the need to treat it vs. hide from it.