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Yesterday at 10:07pm
God i miss being a kid.
Twenty years gone by and it feels like every one since the first has gone by faster than the last. Approaching my twentieth birthday, January 28th if you didn't know, I'm starting to realize how much in my life i have to be grateful for. A full high school education, great friends, the most supporting family i could ask for, sweet vehicle, sexy bod, free post-secondary, and not to mention I'm hung like a turkish mule. That one is genetics but whatever =D. But after I thank everyone and everything in my life that molded me into the man I am today I still can't help but reminisce about those younger days. The days when every morning was a brand new beginning, the start of your next great journey! When all that you cared about was getting the good cereal for breakfast, or making sure you wailed like a ghoul when you shit yourself so mom or dad would give you a nice wipe and then spray that precious magic powder that took the burn away asap. Every night at dinner you plan to make the biggest mess possible with your pureed carrots and peas and laugh when mommy makes daddy clean it up. After your bath you head downstairs to once again try and figure out why that god damn purple square won't fit in the yellow circle hole. . shapez iz haaarrrdd. Your end of the night ritual is to create a few 4 car pile-ups on your tonka toy car mat and then save everyones lives by whipping the firetruck as quick as possible in the direction of the chaos you have created. Mom and dad tuck you in, hug and kiss goodnight and you whipe the slate clean and start fresh the next morning. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
The toddler years pass and you wind up being a rambunctious elementary student making snow caves and tunnels with mom's kitchen spoons in our ridiculous Calgary winter snowfalls. She gives you shit for ruining the cutlery, and you track your wet, muddy ass downstairs to game some intense Super Mario on the NES. Again, such a simple, carefree existance which, of course, is completely run-of-the-mill average until you look back and realize how easy you had it before your voice changed and your parents gave you the chat about the birds and the bees. That's what it's for? noowww i gettt iitt. But what should i name him ? haaahaa.
The Junior High years are a little tougher than the elementary ones passed, mainly because the teachers start introducing 'responsibility' into the already drawl curriculum. What the fuck? I'm only 13. . . i just sprouted my first ball hair for shit sakes. Whatever, shake it off Brad, they're just fucking with you. Shoot more hornets and put more tacks on ms clark's seat and you'll forget about it in no time =)
Then we come to the high school years. Narrowly avoid being hazed in the first month, succeed as being a model student in the second, and then fall of the horse and continually use the phrase, "fuck my life" until you finally scrape enough credits off your dirt classes to grab your diploma and peace. High school in a nutshell? Mmmm not quite. I forgot about all the stupid ut unforgettable shit you and your new best friends would do in-between classes and at lunch in the caff. Lol, gambling for quarters while skipping first period, playing Big2 nonstop at lunch and moving all the tables to the top tier to show how much seniority we had over the younglings down below. hanging out in the gym office with the best teachers in the world and eventually makingit to class to hand in your piping hot, fresh off the press Spark Notes essay to Mr Hoar. And how can we forget Jean showing Mr Hall his penis countless times, being a hero in gym class and continually dominating with Corbs in intramural football, copying off Matt and Jess in Bio 30 and ending with a bang getting matching t-shirts made to finally give Craig his rightly deserved recognition for having THE hottest bod in the league. Grad '07 was sick.
Alright people, fun and games are over, you are in the real world now and you must act accordingly! You are adults! you must conform! Do not think for yourself! You will earn a degree in business and spend the rest of your lonely life crunching numbers in your uncles accounting firm until your finally fucking old enough to collect your pension and die of a heart attack on the plane ride to your summer home in Tahiti! FUCK! Sound about right? Not quite? Yeeaah i might have exaggerated a bit, but srsly boys and girls, college is tough shit. I quit after my first year of business and have no regrets in doing so! I, for one, am not going to conform. I'm going use my life savings to earn a degree in Literature and make my way up the poetic ladder to eventually land a position as a senior editor for the fastest selling magazine on the streets of Paris or London. I'm going to marry Emma Watson, and write a book about our magnificent travels and feats of unbelievability with our 11 children. Which by the way, are going to be the most beautiful children to ever grace the face of the earth. We will have ten terrific boys, all best friends, and one gorgeous little girl- Charlotte perhaps. We will grow old and wrinkly together and die at exactly the same moment just like in the notebook. Our names will go down in history as being the most loving and devoted parents and lovers in the history of our world. And my life will be complete.
Now take a step back from what you just read, I HAVE 11 KIDS. Now i finally understand what responsibility is all about. I don't not speed anymore because i don't want a ticket, i dont speed because my kids need their dad. I eat healthy and work out not because i want to be ripped and pick up chicks, i do it because as a father i need to lead by example. And i won't write that autobiography so it can be published and make me a million, i'll do it because if anything ever happens to me or my wife I'll want my kids to know how much we cared, and that everything we did since the day we were born, let alone the kids themselves, was for them. My life is no longer carefree, i realize now, even before i meet my future wife and before we have our 11 beautiful children that i need to start planning for the future. Sacrifice my friday and saturday nights and save my money because as soon as the first little guy pops out, i'm gonna need all the help i can get.
Friends come and go, jobs change, our material belongings lose their shine and our bodies will eventually deteriorate. All that is forever in this world is family. So make the best of the life you have, live everyday as if it's your last and never forget the people in your life who havn't forgotten you. Do yoga, jump out of a plane at least once and travel as much as you possibly can before you settle down. Because like i've been saying throughout this entire note, you're only a kid once. Live it up.
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