I haven't looked through my high school yearbooks in years. A person who graduated with me passed away this week, and I thought I would get out my old yearbooks and take a trip down memory lane. I am glad that I did.
While I enjoyed looking through the pictures, what I enjoyed most about my yearbooks is what people wrote when signing my yearbooks, and reminiscing about my many shenanigans. If you know anything about me, you know that my life is rarely dull. I always have a way of making an ordinary situation extraordinary.
Please continue for a glimpse into my past. This is going to be long.
Memory #1
I had a close group of girlfriends that I spent most of my time with in high school. I lived with my Great Grandmother, so this is where my friends and I spent many nights. My friends affectionately referred to her as "Grandma Stew" (her last name was Stewart) and it did her a world of good to see the life that was brought into the house when we were all together. She really enjoyed the company, and honestly, so did we.
Memory #2
My Grandmother's house was on the bank of the Ohio River in Moundsville, West Virginia. You could literally throw a stone from her house to the river (well, if you could throw). One day my friend Alberta and I had walked down to the park on the river that was a block from my Grandmother's house. We knew someone who lived across from the park, so we stopped for a visit. We were sitting on the front porch and a bee landed on Alberta's shoulder. Being allergic to bees, I slapped her shoulder and I started to run. Not only run, but jump off a porch at least 3 feet off the ground. The bee had flown away by this time, but Alberta (still not knowing why I was running) must of thought I wanted to play tag and started to chase after me. She also fell off the porch (Did I mention my jump was more of a fall?) and made a mad dash for me. At this point I had fallen again and I started laughing uncontrollably. I tried telling Alberta why I had been running, but was laughing so hard I could not talk. The next thing I knew, I was peeing my pants. Yes, 16 years old and peeing my pants. Alberta was carrying a sweatshirt with her and I asked her if I could use it to tie around my waist so we could walk home. She wrote a message in my yearbook that I could borrow her sweatshirt anytime. Thanks!
Memory #3
My friend Rebecca and I ALWAYS had an adventure. There are too many to discuss here, I will save some of them for another time, so I will just discuss my favorite. I can't remember the name of the road, but she lived on the bottom of a "hill". You see, in WV, most roads are hills so we always say "you live up the hill". We decided we should walk to the top of the hill on the hottest day in August. Why? That's just what we did. On this particular walk, we spotted a dead dog on the side of the road. Most would have run from the stench, but we decided to investigate. The dog was full of maggots! We were both in the flag corp and had a dinner later that night at Chi-Chi's with our fellow corp mates. When asked what we had done during the day, by Rebecca's Mother, we started discussing our walk up the hill. Of course, we had to tell of our finding, which conveniently came while everyone was eating rice. Rebecca's Mom, knowing that telling this story about "maggot dog" at exactly this moment, was just par for the course with us, didn't miss a beat. She chuckled and just kept eating.
Memory #4
My friend, Jennifer and I were supposed to go on a double date. Our dates lived about on hour away from Moundsville in a small town in Ohio (Beallsville). Her parents had left the house for a Christmas dinner at the church, so we were home alone to finish getting ready. Our dates called and said that since we had a winter storm on the way, their parents did not want them making the drive that night. We decided to take the cordless phone out on the porch and finish the conversation only wearing coats and socks (no shoes). By the way, we did have clothes on. When the conversation was over, we attempted to get back into the house. Of course, we were locked out. This was the time before cell phones, and we didn't know the number for the church. Realizing that we may have to spend another couple of hours outside in the cold December night, we decided we would walk to the church to get keys to the house from her parents. Remember, we didn't have any shoes. We both had gloves in our pockets and I came up with the bright idea that we should put these on our feet so we wouldn't be so cold. If you have ever seen a pair of gloves, you are probably now realizing that the gloves would only go half way on our feet since we couldn't get the "finger holes" on our toes. We looked like we had on flippers! We made it half way to the church when we saw her parents van. They had decided to come home early and wondered why we were walking down the street with gloves on our feet. Just another day in my life.
Memory #5
My friend, Shannon, had asked Rebecca and myself to spend the night with her one night when her parents were out of town visiting her brother in Nashville. One of Shannon's favorite things was (and probably still is) Chex mix. Her mother had made her a very large Tupperware bowl filled with Chex mix to last her until they got home. Shannon was making us something to eat and Rebecca grabbed the bowl. No sooner had Shannon said, "be careful don't spill it", did Rebecca drop every morsel on the ground. Of course, Rebecca and I immediately dropped to the ground and started laughing, which only made Shannon even more angry. I still don't know how the lid came off, but we spent quite a bit of time picking it all off the ground. I sure hope that Shannon has forgiven us by now.
I think that I will end this particular entry for now. I have so many more stories, and would like to write more in the coming days. If you are reading this, and have a memory to share of our time in high school, put it on facebook or place a comment below. I will add those stories to the upcoming entries.
Lol..hilarious :)
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