Back when I was in 10th grade I biked practically every day up to Kim Deacon or Ashley Halleran's house or to Music Master. I was growing my hair out and it was almost shoulder length. I wasn't quite a skater because I couldn't skateboard - I was what was called a poser.

Anyway, I was biking one day down Snowapple as I usually do and this G-Dawg yells out "Freak" to me. I took offense because I really didn't think I looked like a freak. I think I cut my hair really short that summer.

Atari is one of the greatest systems around.  Sure the graphics sucked, but the gameplay was one of the best.  Any of you new gamers who only play your XBox 360 definitely need to check this system out.  Get an emulator and download the 2 meg zip file of ROMS.

Many of my first memories occured while playing the Atari.  Sure nothing really happened but that was really significant, but kids just like having fun.

I remember playing with my neighbor Jason a bit.  I can even remember watching my mom play her favorite game, Mega Mania.  I also remember going over my uncle pauls and playing superman and spiderman in his basement.  In elementary school I remember going over to Chris Wade's house and playing Haunted House.  Riddle of the Sphinx is a game that my Dad used to play with us.  

I also remember shopping for them when the Atari was going out of style at KB Stores.

Here is a list my brother and I . . . Read More..

In 5th grade our teacherMr. Kowalski asked everyone to create a new product and to market it on a commercial that we would star in. How ingenous was that??

My product was called "Crusty Crunchies Dog Snacks". I loved being creative and I had so much fun making this all by myself. I vividly remember the day we put all of this stuff together.

During the big day of the commercial shoot, I had Liz Grant go into a room and we came up with the commerical. It was baiscally a knock off of another commercial.

The rules for the shoot of the commercial is that you only get three takes. On my first take, the class laughed sooo hard and there was so much noise that I decided to try again. And yet again the class ruined it. The third time was a charm, but when I finished the commercial I turned my head and smiled, but totally missed the camera (SEE VIDEO)!! It was hilarious.

This video is pretty much the only copy because every kid got a weekend to borrow it to watch and I was the only . . . Read More..

So EIEIA beach was one of my favorite beaches to go to.  Our family was never a member, but a lot of friends and family were members.

The coolest thing about this beach was the big dock.  The big dock took about 5 minutes or so to get to and sometimes you would be quite exhausted by the time you got out there.

This was about my second or third time coming out to that dock in 5th grade and I wasnt too good at swimming. 

Like you would suspect, I was tired and exhausted by the time I got out to the dock, but suddenly as I grasped for air, Theresa W. from my elementary school dunks me back in and held me under for a second or two. 

At this point, I didnt know who it was.  As I was dunked down in, I gulped a huge amount of lake water and retaliated by this infraction by coming up for air and punching the first thing I saw right in the face.  In the temple to be more exact. 

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Yes, I will admit I was hated for being such an AMAZING chess player (second only to my astounding wit) however, I will not conceed that poor little Dave Renne would have been injured by my mere dunking attempt. While my swimming and strength skills are mirrored to the above referenced actions, I would never have let my dear friend drown, nearly unthinkable! You see, I was told by a very good source (Elizabeth Peirce) that Dave had a crush on me; and being the little unfeminine, tom-boy who was entirely without positive flirting skills that I was, I thought the only way to reciprocate such harmless elementary school ponderings would be to, of course, bully him!
While, it turns out my informate was severely mistaken, one can only imagine the utter mortification I suffered at the hand (or should I say fist) of Mr. Rene. ( I cried the whole way home, some tom-boy eh?)What Dave will never know (oh until now of course) was that my . . . Read More..