My brother when I was about 5 yrs old told me that mud puddles were chocolate milk, after drinking the "mud" water Milk, Our babysitter caught me and laughed and laughed. I am still teased about it to this day.

Memories, originally from Colorado, I loved going to the mountains and seeing the landscape of the trees and lakes and peaks of the mountains and along side the road would be creeks but sometimes they were like raging rivers and we would pull over and inflate semi innertubes and ride down the currents of the rivers like roaring rapids.  Was so fun and when it snowed we'd do the same thing using the innertubes to slide down the mountains.  So much fun.  Snow drifts up to the top of the swing set we'd jump off and disappear in them.  Good times.  Thanks Dad.

i was a tween, back in the day when i would actually have a conversation with a parental unit, and helping my dad paint and fix up a boat he had just bought

i'll never forget the color, a baby blue...so anyway, the paint is balanced precariously on something, i don't remember what, and you guessed it, all over me, my hair, etc. 

that's not the part of the story i want to relay...so my dad is talking to my crush's dad, in front of him, relaying this hilarious story about the boat, the paint and myself...i wanted to die

i hope you enjoyed, as much as i didn't  ;)

I played basketball all throughout school, in middle school i forgot my house at home on the way to a tournament so I made my mom buy me the T-Mac 1's before we got to the game. I felt like they gave me power. I dropped 22 points and was the MVP of the tourney 

Well, i can tell you the most close i came to being "hunted by the law" kinda  story i have in my life. During my teens, as a stupid moment by drunkness and bad company, we broke some windows, but with bare hands, so night ended in Hospital, in urgency, with a special brigade unit looking for me and th guys (its a small city) cause, and quoting doctors: "when this guy ame in we didnt believe it was only his blood on the clothes , gotta be a third party and plenty of it". The cops took me home cause i had no ID, and only when i showed where i was and what we did, they believed me and the guys didnt hurt anyone and no investigation neeeded.

Nothing special but all those hours seemed a year, and i felt very small and definitly knew i wasnt as tuff as i thought i could be. 

So I have a sister, she's 10 months older than me. Of course, this was a perfect recipe of all sorts of antics, my mum used to worry when we went really quiet. One time she put us down to nap but half an hour later she decided it was just too quiet. Upstairs she found my sister and I in her room, somehow my sister had pried the lid off a tub of white emulsion and decided to paint me with it. Apparently it took a hot bath and scrubbing me until I was red to get it off.

As a kid I loved snow (I hate it now) but back then, making forts in the back yard would keep me and my two younger sisters busy all day. One year when our family visited my grandparents for Christmas, we woke up one morning to the biggest snow fall I had ever seen. The snow in the back yard of their tiny house well nearly to the edge of the roof! I don't remember how my sisters and I got out of the house but I do clearly remember managing to be able to walk onto the side of the roof and jumping into a massive snow pile. Of course our parents didn't know this. Thank goodness we never got buried under all that snow! :O

I remember there was this one time that we snuck some liquor and my friend barfed all over the drive way. It was all the better since he was bragging about the 20 pc nuggets he got earlier in the day

Grew up drinking Cuban coffee. As a kid, loved watching tourists try it for the first time and end up bouncing off walls as a result. Fun times were had by me only. :D

Memories tend to fade the older we get, atleast that's how I feel. Most memories I hold close have to do with people who are no longer here. 

Buttttttt, speaking if memories....

How many of you use to hang at the electrical units (green box) when you were a kid. How many of you never knew it would be your last day hanging with some of the people you shared the best memories with. We all grow and become older and meet people along the road. Never forget where you came from, but grow from it. Some people never get the chance to see the life we all seeing now. 

Dont take it for granted my friend.

I had a purple bike when was 8 years old and one day I broke it while I was going down a mountain. Fortunately I didn't get hurt seriously.

Ok so we are now getting into teen years. So what do you do when you get to 18/19? You go away with your friends on a summer holiday.

Me and around 11 friends went away to Zante. We had a fantastic time except one day two of my friends came round the pool and said "there is a 'pleasure cruise' with a bar on it round the island, we should do something cultured and book up."

So we did, as we got to the harbour the sun was shining down and we got seats on the top deck. 

A couple of friends bought some early beers and we settled down. Just as we are pulling out from the dock a man in his late 60s in just blue speedos came up to the top deck and posed in all his glory looking out to sea. We nicknamed him 'Pose-Side-on' for his godlike quality of not giving a F and the pose he took.

We must have angered the God of the sea as we left the harbour a storm blew up, below decks we fled.

What followed I kid not was 6-8 hours of massive waves a boat that tilted from side to side and many many sick people all over the boat.

We early on took up positions downstairs lying across benches to try to keep the sickness down. It seemed like we were doomed forever to stay on that boat.

I witnessed people sick outside on deck and rushing to the small toilet on board. I don't know what it looked like by the end.

We finally left the boat and me and friends swore we would never do it again.

But we did not five years later….

(All of the above was worsened by when we got back to civilization we found out John Terry had been made England captain. What a bad day)

I was in Vietnam with my parents and my cousins and I bought a whooole bunch of rice wine from the man at the end of the village. We got absolutely wasted and sank my uncles boat in the river. :X There was a lot of tryin to figure out what was going on until my cousin broke and told him it was us and that we would retrieve it. We never did figure out how to retrieve it :X lol. Good tiimes tho