Yes you heard that right children.  Now if you are young enough to be on this website and you still believe in Santa, then too bad.  Just do a google search.  The internet is terrible at how it will give you the true answer about how there is no Santa.

But anyways, that will not stop me from posting the time that I learned there was no santa.

It was you Steve !  You somehow tainted me, just as I am tainting a believer reading this memory.  Now people can post memories about how I created a memory for them about how they learned that Santa isnt real.

This is pretty much the first memory I have of you.  Around the same time we used to go to 313 for games with Uncle Ted.

Post your recollection of the time you told Dan and I that there wasnt any santa.  And if people comment about how this memory shouldnt be up here, I will just make it explicit.  Glad to have you on the site posting memories Steve.

When I was young my brother and father would do a lot of fishing.

But at the early days I used to not have a fishing rod. So I might have shared a snoopy one with my brother or something. But on this particular day, I had to use a make shift stick with a piece of fishing line as my rod.

But the problem with this ghetto rod, was that I could only get it a few feet into the water.

Me being the ambitious one who wants to catch a bluegill or two. Tries to cast it out as far as I can. But soon, I lose my ground and fall right into a part of the lake. It wasnt a dock or anything, just really shallow water.

There is also a shack I need to post a memory about in those same woods that I remember. But I was nice and muddy that day. I am sure my dad and brother Dan laughed.

So when I was in 7th grade, my parents were gracious enough to take a huge family trip out west to visit my Uncle Mike, Sheila and my cousins Drew and Sean .

I am still so gracious of them for taking us, because I had such an amazing experience. Even though in all of the photos I have no smiles in them.

I guess I dont remember or have time to post every little thing, so I will just post the major things that happened.

On the flight over there, my parents got a cheap "Milk run" that stopped over about 3 times. This was disasterous to my mom and mys stomach and we both ended up barfing together on the last leg.

I barfed out some ranch doritos, so it was absolutely disgusting as you can imagine.

The main reason why we got so sick was not the milk run, but the maneuvers that the airplane did. It pretty much did a complete inversion and turn around before landing.

I remember seeing some old lady next to me being disgusted.

We chilled for a while once we got there, but then . . . Read More..

This one time there was a lot of construction near the corner of Cass Lake Road and M-59.

There was a KMart on the corner and my brother decides to take the Ghetto Mini Van and cut through the back.  There were also 3 other cars that did the same thing to dodge the traffic.

But only my brother got hit because he was last.  He also was speeding so he kind of deserved the ticket for evading traffic or something like that.

So one weekend I decided to go up to matt W.'s sisters boyfriends cousins cabin up in McBain MI. I took friday off of work because I planned on Skiing with matt at some sweet mountain up north in Michigan.

The drive was fine and I called him when I was at some random party store. He came to get me about 10 minutes later and boy am I glad that he did get me because this cabin was wayy back in the woods.

Okay so back to the rest of this memory.

Once Matt picked me up I followed him to this amazing property out in the middle of nowhere. This place had all of the ammenities that you could possibly want in an up north cabin! There were tons of guns, a bunch of 4 wheelers and snow mobiles, about 20 bunk beds, lots of room, TV, a nice kitchen and everything.

Matt and I soon left for our skiing and snowboarding adventure. We brought along the portable podcast if we felt random and felt like talking to lots of people, but that never felt right at the lodge or on the . . . Read More..