Jack of Blades
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lol, that's cute.
My friend had bunkbeds, and then a pull-out bed under the bottom bunk. We pulled that one out and positioned it so where we could just fall off the top bunk and land safely on that. Well even though I was really young, I was kinda sorta starting to like girls, but I still believed in cooties. We played this game where it was supposed to be boys against girls, and we were fighting out of imaginary 'dumpsters', the girls were imaginary too. But the girls would blow kisses and 'kill' us if we didn't cure the guy of cooties before he 'died'. If the person died, he was pushed off the top bunk to prevent further spread of the disease. It was fun to fall down limp.
Now that I think about it, if we didn't push the guy off too soon, he 'became' a girl and attacked us. That's why we had our toy weapons to 'kill' him 
Sometimes my friend's sister would come in and play with us. She actually kissed me on the cheek 
and I let out a long, drawn out "ewwwwww"
Some time around my first crush, I was really into giving my crushes anonymous love notes. I was learning how to use the computer, (without my parents consent, I have always been an expert in gadgets since then) and discovered Microsoft Word. I found a certain font that just put all the characters as squares. Unfortunately I didn't know how to work the printer, so I just drew it on a piece of paper. I wrote out a long note on the computer, but the words meant nothing since everything was a square. I managed to get it to her without her knowing it was me. And she just through it away I went home and cried.
Note that I was the leader of my little posse, and I also came up with all our little games.
During Christmas time, our church would have a giant feast. And everyone decorated the tables. My mom and sister did their own, but the tables to me were just someplace to hide. I was 'training' my friends how to be spies, and we wanted to know what the girls were talking about. Girls back then were not good secret keepers.
So what me and my three amigos did was we sneaked under their table and listened. Don't worry, we weren't little perverts, we didn't even like girls, and everything back then was so innocent. We did that until we got caught
I think the worst thing I ever did back then, and I still regret it. Me, my best friend, his older brother and his friends were at his house. A girl next door had moved in about a month ago, and had found a boyfriend in the neighborhood who we all really disliked. We made up a fake love-note saying things like "I love the way your toe-fungus smells" and other boyish things like that. And we got it to her.
We all thought we were incredibly clever, that is until the girl came over and asked if we did it. My friend's mother looked at us with her stern look that made even the hardest soldier quiver in his boots, somehow I smooth talked us out of it. She went to every guy in the neighborhood before she went to her boyfriend.
Then me and my best friend got the bright idea to go around and 'help' the girl find the culprit. I guess when we found out that they were going to break up that we should do our best to fix it. We went to the guy's house and asked if it was his handwriting, we got way too involved, and it got way too close. But we got out safely.
We took the note, and buried it in his garden as far down as we could get it. Regardless, they still broke up.
Me and my friend had many, many close calls after that about hundreds of other things. We vowed never to speak of the thing again. But about a year later we dug up the letter, which had turned to white powder.
My friend had bunkbeds, and then a pull-out bed under the bottom bunk. We pulled that one out and positioned it so where we could just fall off the top bunk and land safely on that. Well even though I was really young, I was kinda sorta starting to like girls, but I still believed in cooties. We played this game where it was supposed to be boys against girls, and we were fighting out of imaginary 'dumpsters', the girls were imaginary too. But the girls would blow kisses and 'kill' us if we didn't cure the guy of cooties before he 'died'. If the person died, he was pushed off the top bunk to prevent further spread of the disease. It was fun to fall down limp.
Now that I think about it, if we didn't push the guy off too soon, he 'became' a girl and attacked us. That's why we had our toy weapons to 'kill' him Sometimes my friend's sister would come in and play with us. She actually kissed me on the cheek and I let out a long, drawn out "ewwwwww"Some time around my first crush, I was really into giving my crushes anonymous love notes. I was learning how to use the computer, (without my parents consent, I have always been an expert in gadgets since then) and discovered Microsoft Word. I found a certain font that just put all the characters as squares. Unfortunately I didn't know how to work the printer, so I just drew it on a piece of paper. I wrote out a long note on the computer, but the words meant nothing since everything was a square. I managed to get it to her without her knowing it was me. And she just through it away
I went home and cried.Note that I was the leader of my little posse, and I also came up with all our little games.
During Christmas time, our church would have a giant feast. And everyone decorated the tables. My mom and sister did their own, but the tables to me were just someplace to hide. I was 'training' my friends how to be spies, and we wanted to know what the girls were talking about. Girls back then were not good secret keepers.
So what me and my three amigos did was we sneaked under their table and listened. Don't worry, we weren't little perverts, we didn't even like girls, and everything back then was so innocent. We did that until we got caught
I think the worst thing I ever did back then, and I still regret it. Me, my best friend, his older brother and his friends were at his house. A girl next door had moved in about a month ago, and had found a boyfriend in the neighborhood who we all really disliked. We made up a fake love-note saying things like "I love the way your toe-fungus smells" and other boyish things like that. And we got it to her.
We all thought we were incredibly clever, that is until the girl came over and asked if we did it. My friend's mother looked at us with her stern look that made even the hardest soldier quiver in his boots, somehow I smooth talked us out of it. She went to every guy in the neighborhood before she went to her boyfriend.
Then me and my best friend got the bright idea to go around and 'help' the girl find the culprit. I guess when we found out that they were going to break up
that we should do our best to fix it. We went to the guy's house and asked if it was his handwriting, we got way too involved, and it got way too close. But we got out safely.We took the note, and buried it in his garden as far down as we could get it. Regardless, they still broke up.
Me and my friend had many, many close calls after that about hundreds of other things. We vowed never to speak of the thing again. But about a year later we dug up the letter, which had turned to white powder.
When my grandparents stayed over, since they live 150 miles away, their beds were right next to the stairs. We climbed on the stairs with my siblings and cousins and then we jumped off all together. I almost broke my ankle doing that.
