.... of my memory block. When my father had come home from the hospital, he told us all that our mother had been envlolved in a serious car accident, and that she wouldn't be home for a few weeks. I don't remember very much after that, except for the fact that the period of time my mother was in the hospital fell on her birthday. So, all of the family, except me, sat down next to the stereo. My father plugged in a microphone, popped in a blank cassestte and hit record. Each one of the children started to sing "Happy Birthday", then ended with a personal message. My father then recorded his message. I was in so much shock and horror th .....

.... except for my evening plans with friends. I was extremely happy that this would surely be the last call light I would be answering that shift. As I entered the room, a crying relative came yelling at me. "He is going, something happened, do something, do something now!", demanded the distressed lady standing right at the bed side. I had seen this man before, although I had never spoken to him. I had know idea that he was not in a stable health. "All right, all right," I replied in frustration, not knowing exactly what to do first. I looked at the 84 year old overweight male patient. He appeared very pale with his brown colored .....

.... stories. As a rule, for the best effect, these frightful stories were ghost stories. A group of five to ten children would sit around and listen to the teller with great attention and tension. As a rule, for the best effect, these frightful stories were told at nighttime in the garden. Everybody tried to look very brave, including me. However, in the depth of my heart, I was afraid of darkness. That’s why each time I returned home I did not walk, but ran with the feeling that heroes of the stories would come alive and make terrible trouble for me. I don’t remember how long these story-telling sessions went on, maybe a few mont .....

.... driving skills, was being a little "reckless". There were no other cars around and I wanted to have some fun and impress those girls in the back seat. I was pulling hand-brake turns, pretending that I was in a Formula one racing car, screeching the tires and driving on the wrong side of the road. I was taking hairpin turns thirty kilometers over the speed limit. "I'm in England!" Jack would yell as he poked his head out of the sunroof. Though I could barely hear him above the blaring music. I felt care and worry free. We were headed for the first party of the school year, and rather quickly at that. I was so preoccupied with the road and .....

.... when we actually do let him go, he's surprised we let him go , and gives us this look like hey hold me back! Another thing that goes along with his fighting techniques, are his day dream desires of being a security dog. We have this one dog named Pinto that Lobito hates with all his heart. Being that Pinto is alot older and bigger than Lobbito , Lobito never dares raise a bark at Pinto. But don't ever tell Pinto to go outside the house, because as soon as Lobito hears the words “Pinto outside�, hell breaks loose. Lobito will come tearing around the corner like if he heard Puppy Chow was going to be on sale. He starts barking and yelpi .....

.... decide to head home. From what they could see no traps had washed up, and their legs were getting tired. They walk the hour trip back to Richards house where they take off their garb and empty the bags. "What you suppose are in these?" asks Chester. "I don't know but as soon as we wash them a bit and open em' up we should find out" replies Richard. Chester fills an old fish box with water to wash the bottles. They clean the bottles them take them out and dry them. Martha hands Richard a corkscrew and finishes making supper. Richards grabs the first bottle and pops out the cork. He pulls out what seems to be a letter written by .....

.... , and lip pierced. It gave me some sense of comfort knowing she had survived all those un-natural holes, courtesy of In the Flesh . Tiffany was giggling nervously looking around the store . The pierced girl gave us a paper we needed to fill out, we gave them to Tiffany's mom to sign on the line stating that we had authorization from an adult .The girl showed us all the body jewelry we could choose from to pierce our navels with. There were all colors of small rings with little colored beads connecting them . There was baby blue, teal green , royal purple, sterling silver, gold, and then I saw it - a perfect 12 gauge lime green loop with a .....

.... parents. If she decides to start something with me, ignoring her just might prevent the world war. There would be the input, but no output. She'll think she's winning, and that I'm getting too easy, and she's too much for me. Sure it could work. But like I said I want to keep my "Macho man, don't mess with me" reputation, which I feel strongly about. Another thing I could do is simply help her whenever she does anything wrong. But the problem is, she does practically everything wrong. That can get very annoying, and could spark a match. And then I'm back to square one. One other problem I have with this solution is that virtually e .....

.... at I-15. Efficiently he removed all traceable evidence of his existence from the Bronco. Now heading in the opposite direction he was originally going, he and his package continued the chase already in progress. Entering onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell, where he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was located. "They'll never catch me in here," he thought. Getting out of .....

.... time. In one package of Skittles I can chow on flavors like grape, lemon, green apple, and orange. Munching on these tasty candies gives me a visual. I feel as though I am picking the actual fruit off of the tree it is on and taking a massive bite out of it. I experience a totally different sensation when I suck on a sour coated candy. Warheads are one of my favorites. Eating one of these potent pellets is a tortuous thing to do to myself, but I love the risk. My face cringes up and my eyes’ are squinted shut until I get every last tart coating off. Sour Patch Kids are also a trip. These little children like squishy candies I ca .....