More memories of my past,
There was a stream, a runoff, in the high school wood lot. A friend called the spot "Little People Island" which evolved into the myth that fantastical tiny people lived under the rocks and would come out and drag you down under if provoked. We would build temporary dams out of rocks and silt to block the stream.
I vaguely remember an abandoned building that some of us neighbour kids would sneak inside. I think it was an old storage shed used during events. Maybe that is where my fascination with abandoned buildings came from? There were two others I remember going into as a teen, one an old garage and the other a storage building in a nearby town.
I have several memories of crossing the old railway trestle at night. My mother did not know we kids crossed it until my late teens or early twenties. It stood about one hundred and fifty feet above the Saugeen River and was later modified with walls to allow safe pedestrian passage as part of the trails network.
I remember one time walking home from elementary school for lunch and stopping to play on the steps of a church on Second Avenue. I lost track of time until my father drove up and angrily told me to get my butt home. I think I was under ten.
I remember a friend shoplifting candy from a store downtown on the way to school. I did not and I recall not hanging out with him much after that. He was the special kid in school, you know, the one who ate glue and got detention often.
I remember as a treat, growing up in a modern traditionalist household, how we would have toast with peanut butter and jam or marmalade while watching the floor model television. McDonalds was considered a treat and junk food was never a daily meal - ever. The basement rec room had wood paneling, a purple? sofa, and a red cushion and black metal chair. There was a big oil furnace and I remember grates in the ceiling you could see upstairs through.
I remember playing around the big maple tree in the playground at our elementary school. We would walk only on the roots pretending that the bare soil was quicksand or lava.
I remember going eighty kilometres (fifty miles) per hour on my ten speed bicycle while out on a country concession north-west of town. Not really a big achievement nowadays but at the time it felt awesome moving at the same rate as cars.
I remember the sound of the engine as I lay in the back seat of my parents Maverick as they drove home from shopping in the local towns. I could tell how close we were by the sound of the transmission.
I remember being one of the hosts of the guests for Dare to Care in secondary school. I belonged to CARE, Citizens Actions to Renew Earth. I created a posted that won second prize in the contest for an ad campaign for the lung association or something like that. The world's too small to smoke. I created a wood thingy, figures sitting on a log, that someone important with the school board took for his home. I set a weekly record at school one year for eating two hot dogs and 2 chocolate milks, grade eight it was, in under two and a half minutes. I ran for students council in grade eight and grade twelve for the years, lost both times.
So, there you go, memories I wrote down on a spring day.
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