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. 

But this time it just so . . . Read More..

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..