Back to the memory conversation and my top ten vivid memories (no particular order)…
1. Wrecking a car, take your pick. The feelings from my two biggest wrecks are permanently etched in my brain. If I think about that “crunch” feeling, I can almost convince myself it is happening again.
2. Cracking my head on the fireplace when I a toddler. There were three kids and no parents in a room (this disproves the theory that someone has told me this story to me). The Muppet show was on and Eddie Venable was watching it. His sister and I were playing bull and matador. She, having really concentrated on Wile E Coyote/Roadrunner cartoons instead of laughing at them like myself, chose to hold the blanket in front of the fireplace. I ran and for some reason the blanket didn’t give when I hit it. My next memory is standing at the top of the stairs, calling for my dad and seeing blood run down over my eyes. This memory then cuts the ER and how green the doctor’s scrubs and the emergency room was (it was the late 70’s).
3. A mix of snapshot memories of my brother, he was 1 ½ when he died and I was 5. I remember visits to the hospital, times when he was home, etc. I very clearly remember walking in to my parents’ room the morning he had died. Seeing them sit on the edge of the bed, my dad holding my mom and both were crying and somehow I knew something bad had happened with him. We never talked about this until last year. I brought it up and they were surprised that I remembered exactly how that had happened. I also learned that after he died, I would sleep walk and call out for him every night.
4. Okay, enough sadness, I remember meeting my wife for the first time, our wedding day as if it just happened. I remember the birth of my daughter and every detail of that day as well.
5. there’s this great memory of big jeff and I at church during junior high. We were killing time after school. I stole his shoe and ran upstairs to fill it with water. I was so excited about my great feat that as I pulled the door open to run out, I ran into the door and practically knocked myself out. I don’t think he was very happy about the shoe, but he thought it was pretty funny when I started turning blue and clammy.
6. This great trip to Vegas with Will, Billy and Big Jeff. Just the four of us gambling, eating, talking and laughing. Billy didn’t have room for a piece of pie, Will was going to walk from the gas station to whiskey pete’s to play more and someone announced that someone else was not a virgin because they had anal sex. I’m also going to lump in a bunch of great poker game memories with the four of us and some of the other regulars who sat in. Too many to go into detail.
7. Driving into L.A. the first night and wondering what I was getting myself into. On the flip side, driving out of L.A. that last time and hoping I was making the right decision. I now know that I did for the sake of my family, but a day doesn’t go by that I don’t miss the hell out of it and my friends.
8. All kinds of great outdoor shitting experiences. When I was a kid, Kary Venable and I decided to shit on my parents’ patio. Sitting side-by-side pants down, we sat and crapped as our mothers and their friends came walking around the back of the house. I don’t remember much after blacking out. There was also the time Big Jeff or I took a crap in the lake and it kept floating toward us. That’s so disgusting and I’m ashamed to admit it but it was funny as hell. It’s my blog so I’m going to blame it on him. He can blame it on me on his blog.
9. Tons of really vivid memories of going to the UK with Big Jeff. I’ll get into those later though.
10. My mother trying to accidentally poison me with ex-lax when I had the shits. We were having dinner at The Hibachi on the Plaza. My bowels were troublesome that day and I asked her if she had any immodium AD. She’s a nurse so I knew she would. She gave me a pill still in the foil and I just popped it, not thinking twice. As I swallowed it, I looked at the broken foil and saw “ex__ax” and the slow motion started. The pill was down the hatch, no stopping that. I think I said something to the extent of “what have you done to me?” and everyone started laughing at the misery I was sure to experience. Nothing ever happened though. I left right after dinner to buy immodium AD and swore I took half the package on the spot to counteract it.
Wow, so many of those reflect pain or shitting. Anyone else have any good memories?
