(A Blog Every Day in May 2013 Challenge Entry)
Well, yesterday's trip down memory lane opened an option for the next entry in the May challenge. The mention of dead end streets reminded me of a place I lived, which was also on a dead end street. Now, my memory may be muddled and it’s possible it wasn’t actually one. My mother is likely to chime in if not. I’ve already highlighted this childhood memory loss topic enough times that it doesn’t bear repeating. Unless that counts. In which case, perhaps it did.
Day 13, Monday: Issue a public apology. This can be as funny or as serious or as creative as you want it to be.
Thieves in the Night
When living in the house mentioned above, which my memory perceives as being a dead end street, I did a handful of devious things. Devious for a little kid. Okay, things I thought were “cool” and “exciting” and “naughty” perhaps? Work with me.
This apology goes out to the next door neighbors we had at the time. Once upon a quiet Winter eve, my brother and I snuck over to their property to steal some Christmas lights they had decorating their house. For some reason, I recall them as being a family good into money, but that may be a complete misconception. I do recall having a crush on one of their daughters, though. That’s right... Dabble Jak started young. She was quite a bit older than myself, but age is but a number!
Anyhow, perhaps this was vengeance over a forbidden love not allowed to come to fruition. More than likely we just wanted to be sneaky. If I could recall some neighborly disputes it would make things juicier. I could see my brothers and I engaging in espionage for the sake of family. So my brother and I (whether more were there, or not, I can’t recall) snuck over to the neighbors to steal some of their decorative lights outside their window.
It was their living room window, and we could see the family inside watching TV together. This made it all the more exciting. I was definitely a lot more daring back then compared to now. I can’t recall how many trips and how many lights we took, but we viewed the mission as a success!
So this is a public apology to that nameless family I can’t remember, and a possible lost love. I'm pretty sure they already received an official in-person apology, though...
Mr. Snow Frost
This is also an apology to a Snowman I will refer to as Mr. Snow Frost. You see... the next day we celebrated our thievery triumph by building a snowman. The weather was just right for a snowy creation. We built it in the yard down by the road, and we had the perfect decorations to spruce up our snowman. Screw coal! We had ourselves some Christmas lights to use as eyes and buttons!
As we were finishing up, a car pulled up alongside us. It was a cop car. The officer stepped out and asked if our parents were around and we said they were in the house. He strode up to the front door. Were we busted? Had our master ninja skills betrayed us at some point during the previous night? There was a quick realization that sunk in...
Shit just got real.
One look at the Mr. Snow Frost and it was known what had to happen. There could be no witnesses. He has to die. And so... we killed him. Killed him and crushed the stolen contraband underfoot; mashing them up with Mr. Snow Frost’s remains.
The cop was indeed there for us, having been reported by the neighbors claiming they had seen us taking the lights from their house. I still believe they just made an educated guess. I'm assuming we were always mischievous, and I want to have faith in our young ninja abilities. I can’t remember, but I would assume we were made to go next door and apologize for taking the lights.
So this is also an apology to Mr. Snow Frost. His life was ended prematurely, and was solely the victim of our dastardly deeds. If only I could turn back time and do it all again... But, who am I kidding? I’d do it all the same.
I’d also like to apologize to a friend, who’s name I can’t remember, for an event that also took place during the time frame of living at that house.
I swear it was a dead end street, because I remember playing in the ripped up tar at the end of it in the Summer when it was all like... hot and melty?
Anyhow, one day my friend was biking up and down the road, and we apparently had made a game of taking turns doing so. The one not riding the bike would throw a Nerf football at the biker, trying to hit him; once succeeding, we’d alternate.
He was much better than I. I just never seemed able to hit him and he would laugh and laugh and laugh. I was never so good at throwing things. That being said, however, I have an uncanny ability of throwing something when it's to achieve an “evil” end.
What I figured was, if I couldn't hit him directly I would attempt a different route. The way I saw it was, if I could throw the Nerf football into the bike spokes it would stop him in his tracks. I wasn’t sure, but I was certainly willing to give it a try.
As it turns out, I was right. Not only did it stop him, but it flipped him and the bike over. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Luckily he wasn’t hurt too bad, and we remained friends.
I apologize old friend. For using you as a guinea pig in my science project. It was, however, a successful experiment. You mad bro? But seriously... I’m sorry. And I am so not laughing about the memory as I type this... at... all.
I guess I aim to misbehave.
Have you ever had to apologize for some devious act?