April 6, 2005

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  Well Gil_Galad asked to be memorized next.

  
  

  Wow, where to begin…. well, suffice it to say that I have known this young man for a very long time. Come to think of it, the only Xanganite I have known longer is, of course, my sister BrowneyedGirl1017.

  
  

  When we were very young, my siblings and I had the same babysitter as Gil_Galad and his older brother. His brother and my younger brother were the same age, so they became friends. The babysitter’s children were all girls, so I became friends with Gil_Galad.

  
  

  My earliest memory of Gil_Galad is when he said a bad word (I can’t remember what) at the babysitter’s, and her husband washed his mouth out with soap. When asked what it tasted like, I think Gil_Galad replied, “It tastes like yucky.”

  
  

  Otherwise I can remember a million times when his mother would make us go outside and play, and we’d run around pretending to shoot each other, swearing up and down that the other person missed, then swearing up and down that we hit them in return. I remember our collective ambition to build a glider, a project that never really got off the ground. (Wow that was horrible…. sorry folks ) I remember my brother and I trying to explain, delicately to the young Gil_galad, why we were laughing at the koozie-thing in the gas station called a “Can-dom.” I remember we were always trading toys etc. amongst each other until out parents placed a trading embargo between each respective household.

  
  

  Years went by, as well as bowlfuls of brocolli soup (cleverly dumped down the sink when no one was watching), ROLEPLAYING (star wars), laser tag parties, etc. etc. I remember one time Gil_Galad’s brother, for WHATEVER reason, chased Gil_Galad, me, and my brother around the house BUTT NAKED. I had only a Nerf crossbow to defend myself. Fortunately the three of us were able to hide behind items of furniture and then their mother screamed in a voice almost as mighty as God’s for him to get back upstairs and shower.

  
  

  As we got older we decided his mom was pretty cool after all, and looking back now I realize that she was always cool, it was just that we were really rowdy, crazy kids that probably drove her a little crazy. My bad! Also now that we are older, I find that I have had to get over the mindset that he’s “just a kid” and realize that he is a young man. I’ve been able to confide in him, not worrying if it is over his head or anything, and I’ve had to watch him grow up. If THAT doesn’t make me feel old. Oy. Fortunately, from what I can tell, he is growing up into a good-hearted, reflective, responsible man so I don’t have to worry about him too much. I also envy him considerably; he has FAR better luck with women than I do.

  
  

  I think my favorite memories were of the infamous laser tag party. Heavens me, if that wasn’t the most intense thing EVER. Three days of almost non-stop laser tag, pop, sleeplessness, pop, pop, and laser tag. We were all so exhausted by day three that we could not move or do anything. We were so hyped up on adrenaline, our minds so dull with the lack of sleep that we all heard sounds that weren’t there, and for a week I (at least) was EXTREMELY paranoid of corners, dark places, and beeping noises.

  
  

  Thanks for the memories pal. Next time I think I’ll do two, since I am not terribley familiar with runner_chic42 (regrettably). The second one will be milady RaceGirl84, as she asked me for a memorization via AIM. How is THAT for initiative?

  
  

  Again, thank you all for the honor and gift of memorizing you. It’s truly an experience I relish.

  
  

  UPDATE:

  
  

  Still no reply from Mystery Girl. *sigh*

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