Childhood Stories

This is a collection of stories from my childhood. I often tell these stories to my friends and co-workers. Someone once told me that I should write a book about my experiences. A few of them might come off as exaggerations, but the memories are clear. Some of these are stories I kept to myself for years. My parents have not heard most of them. I've decided to collect them here. One day, I may have enough information to publish that book.

Dog Bite
At 10 years old I was bitten by a dog. This is the story about the day, an unknown man that I consider a hero.

The 8th Grade Experience

Most of these stories are a result of my own bad behavior in 8th grade. My best friend, Adam, and I weren't big fans of school. At the end of the year, when the attendance reports were tallied, we had sloughed more than 50% of the school days. Somehow, we survived and moved on to 9th grade and beyond.

Dodging Dad
We were sloughing school, hanging out at home, and a car pulled up. “Oh, crap, that sounded like my dad”. A peak outside confirmed it, he was coming in.

Stuffed in the Closet
I was a little sick. Adam sloughed school and stopped by. My Mom decided to stop in for lunch. Quickly, Adam jumped into the closet, banging and knocking his way in. “What are you doing in there”, my Mom asked opening the door. “Nothing”.

A Free Ride
My friend and I had just sloughed another 8th grade school day. We blew all our money at the mall and couldn't afford to ride the bus home. We had a 6 mile walk over the next two hours. Near the end, a faster ride on the bumper of a Frito Lay truck sounded like a good idea.

Derailed
We were taking a boring walk down the railroad tracks. We decided to pick up a rock or two and set them on the rail to see what would happen. We continued to do so as we walked. We heard the rumble of a train and looked back. Whoa, we had laid rocks down both rails, about every foot, for over 100 yards.

Snowballs and a Knife
It was a winter night in Utah and we decided to throw snowballs at passing cars. One of them made a rare stop and we took off for hiding. I saw one of the boys approach, so I stepped from hiding. “Where did he go?”, I asked. Suddenly I was grabbed and thrown 10 feet backwards, landing on the ground. I made a critical mistake. That was no boy, but the driver. Seconds later my brother was next to me with several other boys right behind him.

An eye for a Knife
7 or 8 boys attacked my brother at a bus stop. They pulled him onto his back and spayed with squirt guns. He pulled a knife and made a slowly swinging circle. They jumped back and left. Days later, we he was attacked at another bus stop. I watched as he went to the ground and stayed there. One of the few regrets from my past.

High School

Trevor; fight with a high skater. Broken rear differential on a 60's pickup.

Career

18-yo Entrepreneur
At 18 I started a small store front just off of Riverdale Road, one of the busiest roads in Utah.

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