This one time my brothers friend Chris Wade was spending the night and we all used to like to play baskteball games in the house.

The way that we would play such games is with a nerf type basketball hoop that would reside and sit on the top of a closet door.

So on this particular night, Chris does a slam dunk backward (probably because there was a dunking contest going on) and his ass went completely through the wall!

I dont know how he did it, but that was some kind of huge ass he had as a kid. My parents were so pissed.

Eventually the wall would never be the same after Dad dry walled it. You could always tell there was a hole in the wall there so we would hide it with TVs and other things so it didnt look bad.

Holes in walls always have a good story to them when you think about it. Because something always has to happen when the hole occurred.

So think of a memory of where there was a hole in the wall.

From (Early Life) Original Memory Interview Question

His Response:

My great grandmother Renne was the first person I had known that passed away.

I would create a bio popup of her, but all I can remember of her is her kissing me and hanging out at her apartment.

I was at a very young age when she died. I do remember the funeral too, but didnt understand what death was back then.

One sad memory I have was that I refused to kiss her when she was very sick. My parents knew it might be the last time I would see my great grandma Renne. I was scared to kiss many of my family members who werent my mom and dad. I would always wipe the wetness off my mouth and thought it was yucky.

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From (Memories in Time: 1990 - 1999) Original Memory Interview Question

His Response:

This is a great film.

One of my dad's favorite movies.

He calls it a sleeper film. Even though theres lots of action, theres still some parts that can put you to sleep.

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Here is the situation:

The Stalkers and the Renne's frequently would go to Cedar Point almost each year.

On this particular year toward the end of the day my Father and Kirt played this bowling ball game to get the kids these huge stuffed dogs.

The way the game worked was you would have to roll the ball up three small hills and not roll back so that the ball is in the farthest point out.

I vividly remember standing there in anticipation and excitement as Noel got his, Kevin got his and then Dan got his. But mine was more difficult to get for some reason.

And on top of that the moms came and realized the boys were spending all this money on a stupid dog and they told them they had to stop at a small crappy purple dog with hearts.

I dont remember the rest of the night for I was probably the most upset out of my life here.

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