I remember we were out on the playground by the monkey bars and my friend Ben Weiner and I were fighting for some reason.  Ben ended the fight by kicking me in the groin.  That is the only time I have been kicked in the groin and I still remember what it feels like.  I think a man only needs to have it happen once in his lifetime and he will never forget what it feels like.  I don't think that any of the playground monitors got involved or anything.  I just had to be a man and deal with it.

It was fourth grade and I was in Mrs. McCurdy's class.  She was a great teacher overall, but I take issue with one thing.  In pairs of two, the students researched a country together.  After their research, they gave reports on their country.  Wesley Derryberry and I researched Yugoslavia.  Before our report, I told the teacher that I needed to go to the bathroom.  She said I could not go.      Wesley started out and was reporting as I crossed my legs and tried to keep from peeing.  I couldn't hold it any longer.  I felt the warm liquid run down my leg and saw it begin to puddle by my feet.  It was quite embarrassing!  My friends were in that class as well as a girl I liked at the time - Elissa Shires.
    I walked over to the teacher and told her that I peed my pants.  I was sent to the office where they gave me a dry pair of pants and my dad came and picked me up and took me . . . Read More..

I am proud to say I'm writing the 300th memory on the hottest site on the web. Back in elementary I had this girlfriend. It's not like we made out or even went on dates. The extent of our relationship involved holding hands on the way in from recess. There was a group of us and we all had girlfriends that did the same thing. We made sure we were the last ones in from recess while we were holding hands, I guess we thought we were cool or something. I was pretty cool because I wore skids and cross colors(westside!).

Needless to say our relationship came to a tragic end. One day I decided to get away from the cross colors and skids in favor of a new t-shirt. The shirt read "My girlfriend or basketball?" and on the back of the tee it said"when do we play?" My girlfriend approached me and asked me if the shirt had any truth to it. I explained to her that it not only had truth to it, but it was my lifestyle. She broke up with me by having her friend give me a note.She had no . . . Read More..

One day a rock show came to our school. I was really into rocks at the time. I liked the ones with crystals in them and stuff. I really didn't learn anything though because I couldn't tell you the name of a single rock. At any rate, the rocks were on tables and you walked around and looked at them. Each rock had a sticker on it with a number so you could identify what it was. The show was in the gymnasium.

Well, for some reason I got the idea in my head that I wanted to steal a rock. I saw a nice, shiny small one and no one was looking so I pocketed it. At first I thought I was pretty clever and I went home and admired my newly acquired treasure. Eventually though guilt got the best of me. I started fearing that the people who put on the rock show would notice that a rock was missing and they would come back to the school and look for it. I feared that they might go to the students' homes and search for the rock. So I went in my backyard with the rock in hand and . . . Read More..