One thing I have noticed as I have taken up blogging is that it is a great way to reminisce. Often it is other’s posts or comments that bring back these memories. This particular memory resurfaced when I was reading blogging friend Sandi’s (Ahhsome) post G- is for Garage Bash- party! (A-Z Challenge), as reflected in the comment there (I am taochild). Generating an idea for a someday post. Well today is someday:
Anybody with an adventurous spirit and a little imagination can never truly be bored. Of course the list of things to do might be a little smaller if one has a smidgen of wisdom too. But hey, we can’t have it all!
Back in the days when I bounced instead of breaking, I and my friends were on the more adventurous side. You might gather this from such nicknames as The Test Dummy (me) and Stupid Boy. We could manage to turn the most mundane of objects into a tool for adventure. One notable day (notable to me because it also happened to be the day I learned how to drive a stick shift), one of this group of friends had a party at their house. I don’t actually recall what the party was for, I think it was someone’s birthday.
Since I spent the morning learning how to drive my brand new car, I got there a little late. As I pulled up I was able to witness the new and exciting sport that had that day been invented.
Toilet Seat Surfing!
Seems in the search for fun things to do for the party, someone encountered a couple of unused extra toilets seat covers lying about, as you would no doubt expect to find in any decently supplied household. With this crowd that was practically an open invitation! They had a longish steep driveway. What else would a body do with this poor unused object but use it for a ride?
A sane person would probably at that point alert the authorities to the pending 911 call.
I of course asked when it was going to be my turn.
So I got the briefing on technique from the experts. I gripped the toilet seat and began to run as I was told. Tossed the seat on the driveway so it began to slide. And continuing to follow the instructions jumped onto said seat, ready to ride it the rest of the way down the driveway.
It must have been a glorious sight. Arms wide! Wind blowing through my hair (I had hair back then)! Toilet seat shooting straight into the air as I landed right on my ass!
Fortunately, the only damage was a badly twisted clutching foot. Good thing I didn’t drive a stick shift.
Needless to say that was a rather short-lived party for me. And a REALLY fun drive home!