I was...
the baby (My oldest brother Bill is 6 years older and Geary is 4 years older) so the only time when I got my ass kicked was by my brothers.
We used to play kickball too, I remember never beating Geary and I hated it, He enjoyed annoying the s--t outta me, But life has a payback...His daughter Kendra is basically my clone (She has my looks & personality, So much it is eerie...Poor girl!!!) and she is as hyper now as I was as a child.
Going to the midnight movie/drive-in was also cool. I remember seeing Star Wars the weekend it was released and only 5 people were at the cinema: MY brothers Bill & Geary, My brother Bill's girlfriend Carrie & her sister Tonya (Who I think is Christine McVie's long lost daughter, The resemblance is uncanny) & myself. We (Geary & myself) sat in the front row and chuncked popcorn at Darth Vader when he talked in the deep breath voice, Telling him to "Wake up".
Football was another fave-My Mother loved to play tackle the man and we would all play in the field across from our home (My Mother could also play baseball), But she would pin me down and tickle me til I p-ssed myself (Trust me, If anyone tries to tickle me now I "run like hell"!!!!)
Another childhood memory I have is when my Mother bought her 1976 Pontiac Trans-Am (I come from a long line of auto mechanics & race car drivers, My late Father was an auto mechanic & TV repairman, I inherited his technical ability)...She had it tuned up so it could exceed the 180MPH on the speedometer. It was clocked by the Oklahoma Highway Patrol at 186MPH...This one cocky patrolman had a 1979 Bandit Limited Edition Turbo TA he thought was hotsh-t, So he challenge my Mother to a dragrace on a highway while the other OHP troopers in his unit watched to make sure the race happened without accident and they thought he would win, So this dumbass wanted to make it a "pinkslip" race which my Mother accepted happily...My Mother smoke his happy ass so bad the other troopers were laughing at his humilated ass when the race was over. He is lucky we didnt bring out the 1969 SS Camaro we owned, It was faster than my Mom's TA!!!
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