One day a rock show came to our school. I was really into rocks at the time. I liked the ones with crystals in them and stuff. I really didn't learn anything though because I couldn't tell you the name of a single rock. At any rate, the rocks were on tables and you walked around and looked at them. Each rock had a sticker on it with a number so you could identify what it was. The show was in the gymnasium.

Well, for some reason I got the idea in my head that I wanted to steal a rock. I saw a nice, shiny small one and no one was looking so I pocketed it. At first I thought I was pretty clever and I went home and admired my newly acquired treasure. Eventually though guilt got the best of me. I started fearing that the people who put on the rock show would notice that a rock was missing and they would come back to the school and look for it. I feared that they might go to the students' homes and search for the rock. So I went in my backyard with the rock in hand and . . . Read More..

When the Magnum ride was created in the 90's it was pretty much the highest roller coaster in the world. Boasting a 200 foot drop of pure adrenaline.

My family has always loved cedar point and we always enjoyed going once every summer to try out the latest rides such as Thunder Canyon, The Mean Streak and much more that they built in the 90's.

But the first year that the magnum came out there was at least a 3 hour line or more and my mom and I debated whether we should go on it or not.

We finally did and sat together. I was in about 3rd grade at the time and on the way up I cried pretty much the whole way up because of how slow the chain was moving the cart. It just made things ten times worse with the anticipation of what was to come. My mom cried a little too cause she was scared.

Funny stuff!

Yes you heard that right children.  Now if you are young enough to be on this website and you still believe in Santa, then too bad.  Just do a google search.  The internet is terrible at how it will give you the true answer about how there is no Santa.

But anyways, that will not stop me from posting the time that I learned there was no santa.

It was you Steve !  You somehow tainted me, just as I am tainting a believer reading this memory.  Now people can post memories about how I created a memory for them about how they learned that Santa isnt real.

This is pretty much the first memory I have of you.  Around the same time we used to go to 313 for games with Uncle Ted.

Post your recollection of the time you told Dan and I that there wasnt any santa.  And if people comment about how this memory shouldnt be up here, I will just make it explicit.  Glad to have you on the site posting memories Steve.

This actually happened more so from the late 1980's to the early 1990's, but that choice was unavailable....



One of my fondest childhood memories has to be the many weekend arcade trips with my two cousins, Dave (TheMemoryCrawler) and Dan (dan10878) at a place called; Area Code 313! My Father and their Father, my uncle Mike (golfnmike1959), would most times sit and drink coffee while we spent hours playing games until our fingers hurt...or we ran out of tokens. More times than not it was due to running dry on tokens.



I can recall a few arcade games being my favorites above the rest. First being the original WWF Royal Rumble game. Having the option of four people playing in the same game all at once and being that I was an avid wrestling fan, it was an easy choice. Gauntlet II, Frogger, Pac-Man (of course), Rampage and Golden Axe were some of the easy choices for me! I also remember spending countless amounts of time and my Father's money playing the first Street . . . Read More..