Chronicles of 7th Grade: Acadia, part 2
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dmxratedA lot of this set of entries will not be italicized, since it had been written from my perspective from a year ago when I was actually writing it. The first paragraph behind the lj-cut will explain why.
July 7-9, 1999
I do remember plenty that happened on these three days. However, I’ve lost track of what happened on which day, so these three days will have to be described from my present perspective.
One of the most notable things is that Marie and Lauren took the position as Junior Park Rangers. Unfortunately, that is not something I could describe, since I hadn’t been a Junior Ranger as well.
My family had also climbed up several mountains throughout the trip. Most notable of these was the Beehive. I don’t remember too much about the climbing portions of any of them, but I can remember that, at the top of the Beehive, Marie and Lauren made up their own (sandwich-themed) lyrics to a certain few lines in the Spice Girls song If You Wanna Be My Lover. (i.e. If you wanna be my sandwich/You gotta be ham and cheese/Mayonnaise is too fattening/Pass the mustard please.) Coming down, the two girls also sang the Chicken Limbo commercial song, and Marie asked why they don’t have that commercial on TV anymore. I also asked Mom what an amoeba is, but after she answered, Brian told her that I was actually referring to a certain enemy from Super Mario RPG (“killer mushrooms”, as he described them; blue mushrooms with eyes and legs, although they don’t look anything like Goombas).
While we hiked on a different mountain, Dad saying “There should be a hiking video game for this kid. Eating blueberries for energy…”
One morning, when I was brushing my teeth in the bathhouse, some olive-skinned man wearing a bandana was at the sink to my right, and he told me about some dream he had. At least several times while he was telling me about it, he said “It was like fucking shit!”
On one cloudy afternoon, we went into some forest within the camping area. Before we entered, Dad told us, “You see how the ground looks like it was vacuumed? Indians never walked in that forest. The white men did, but for the Indians, it was sacred territory.” We then walked a few yards down the pavement before entering the forest. Brian spotted a manhole on a piece of concrete, and called it “A sacred sewer system.” We continued our way across the forest, which on the other side were some cliffs above water.
The only thing I remember the exact date of (which in this case, was the 7th of June) was visiting some place with a sandbar. The six of us crossed the sandbar, but coming back, the water rose while we were halfway back, causing our shoes to get soaked.
In general, though, we kids just rode our bikes around during the week. We visited places such as Sand Beach (where the water is frigid), the amphitheater, and a cliff with periwinkle-, mussel-, and barnacle-inhabited tidepools. The whole time, though, I looked forward to going back home so I could play Super Mario RPG, but while I was there, I thought about races in Snowboard Kids 3 and looked at my Super Mario RPG player’s guide.
July 10, 1999 (Saturday)
Today, we went on a tour around the tidepools. On the way there, Marie and Lauren sung this song that they learned about bats. It goes like “Bats eat bugs/they don’t eat people/Bat’s eat bugs, they don’t fly in your hair./Bats eat bugs, they eat insects for dinner/That’s why they’re flying up there.” Dad’s like “Again!” every time they repeated the song.
There isn’t much to say about the tour. However, on the way home, I was sitting behind Dad, and I put my knees up on his seat. Dad reached behind the seat, grabbed my ankle, and threw it on the floor. I put my knees up again, and then he pulled over and told me to put my legs down. A few minutes later, we stopped at a gas station, and Mom told us to switch seats with me. I asked why, and she’s like “WHY DO YOU THINK!?!”
She brought me out of the car and near the guard rail above a stream, and she’s like “Why, do you have to keep pushing it until I wanna cry?”
When we got back to the camp site, I asked Dad if he wanted to hear a joke. He said yes, and I said “The other day, some Pakistani guy in the bathhouse told me about some dream he had, and he was cursing.”
We then ate dinner, and Dad waited until we were finished eating before we would talk about it more. While we were eating, though, the other kids were talking about things like cows in India. Dad said that the cow is considered to be holy, and he’s like “If a cow walks into your house, you don’t even chase it out.” Obviously, that’s where we get the phrase “Holy cow!”
After eating, Dad brought me to a picnic table away from our camp site. He’s like “This is like a sheep walking through the woods, and there’s a wolf behind every tree.” He kept going on, saying things like “That’s not what a good man does,” and he told me to tell him if I ever see that man again.
I’m not sure what I had initially asked later that night, but I do remember Dad giving me some lecture about the advantages and disadvantages about having kids. He told me that having a baby is one of the happiest moments of anyone’s life, but it’s also a lot of work. Shortly into the lecture, he almost got carried away with my habits of not listening to him when he tells me to do something, but Mom brought him back on topic. I also asked if he was trying to scare me out of playing Nintendo when he asks me what I would do with fifty years of summer vacation. He told me that even though gaming is fun, it turns out to be very unrewarding in the long run, compared to doing something like building a catboat. According to him, two guys just sitting there playing a video game together is not exactly social in the same way that actually talking to each other is.
July 7-9, 1999
I do remember plenty that happened on these three days. However, I’ve lost track of what happened on which day, so these three days will have to be described from my present perspective.
One of the most notable things is that Marie and Lauren took the position as Junior Park Rangers. Unfortunately, that is not something I could describe, since I hadn’t been a Junior Ranger as well.
My family had also climbed up several mountains throughout the trip. Most notable of these was the Beehive. I don’t remember too much about the climbing portions of any of them, but I can remember that, at the top of the Beehive, Marie and Lauren made up their own (sandwich-themed) lyrics to a certain few lines in the Spice Girls song If You Wanna Be My Lover. (i.e. If you wanna be my sandwich/You gotta be ham and cheese/Mayonnaise is too fattening/Pass the mustard please.) Coming down, the two girls also sang the Chicken Limbo commercial song, and Marie asked why they don’t have that commercial on TV anymore. I also asked Mom what an amoeba is, but after she answered, Brian told her that I was actually referring to a certain enemy from Super Mario RPG (“killer mushrooms”, as he described them; blue mushrooms with eyes and legs, although they don’t look anything like Goombas).
While we hiked on a different mountain, Dad saying “There should be a hiking video game for this kid. Eating blueberries for energy…”
One morning, when I was brushing my teeth in the bathhouse, some olive-skinned man wearing a bandana was at the sink to my right, and he told me about some dream he had. At least several times while he was telling me about it, he said “It was like fucking shit!”
On one cloudy afternoon, we went into some forest within the camping area. Before we entered, Dad told us, “You see how the ground looks like it was vacuumed? Indians never walked in that forest. The white men did, but for the Indians, it was sacred territory.” We then walked a few yards down the pavement before entering the forest. Brian spotted a manhole on a piece of concrete, and called it “A sacred sewer system.” We continued our way across the forest, which on the other side were some cliffs above water.
The only thing I remember the exact date of (which in this case, was the 7th of June) was visiting some place with a sandbar. The six of us crossed the sandbar, but coming back, the water rose while we were halfway back, causing our shoes to get soaked.
In general, though, we kids just rode our bikes around during the week. We visited places such as Sand Beach (where the water is frigid), the amphitheater, and a cliff with periwinkle-, mussel-, and barnacle-inhabited tidepools. The whole time, though, I looked forward to going back home so I could play Super Mario RPG, but while I was there, I thought about races in Snowboard Kids 3 and looked at my Super Mario RPG player’s guide.
July 10, 1999 (Saturday)
Today, we went on a tour around the tidepools. On the way there, Marie and Lauren sung this song that they learned about bats. It goes like “Bats eat bugs/they don’t eat people/Bat’s eat bugs, they don’t fly in your hair./Bats eat bugs, they eat insects for dinner/That’s why they’re flying up there.” Dad’s like “Again!” every time they repeated the song.
There isn’t much to say about the tour. However, on the way home, I was sitting behind Dad, and I put my knees up on his seat. Dad reached behind the seat, grabbed my ankle, and threw it on the floor. I put my knees up again, and then he pulled over and told me to put my legs down. A few minutes later, we stopped at a gas station, and Mom told us to switch seats with me. I asked why, and she’s like “WHY DO YOU THINK!?!”
She brought me out of the car and near the guard rail above a stream, and she’s like “Why, do you have to keep pushing it until I wanna cry?”
When we got back to the camp site, I asked Dad if he wanted to hear a joke. He said yes, and I said “The other day, some Pakistani guy in the bathhouse told me about some dream he had, and he was cursing.”
We then ate dinner, and Dad waited until we were finished eating before we would talk about it more. While we were eating, though, the other kids were talking about things like cows in India. Dad said that the cow is considered to be holy, and he’s like “If a cow walks into your house, you don’t even chase it out.” Obviously, that’s where we get the phrase “Holy cow!”
After eating, Dad brought me to a picnic table away from our camp site. He’s like “This is like a sheep walking through the woods, and there’s a wolf behind every tree.” He kept going on, saying things like “That’s not what a good man does,” and he told me to tell him if I ever see that man again.
I’m not sure what I had initially asked later that night, but I do remember Dad giving me some lecture about the advantages and disadvantages about having kids. He told me that having a baby is one of the happiest moments of anyone’s life, but it’s also a lot of work. Shortly into the lecture, he almost got carried away with my habits of not listening to him when he tells me to do something, but Mom brought him back on topic. I also asked if he was trying to scare me out of playing Nintendo when he asks me what I would do with fifty years of summer vacation. He told me that even though gaming is fun, it turns out to be very unrewarding in the long run, compared to doing something like building a catboat. According to him, two guys just sitting there playing a video game together is not exactly social in the same way that actually talking to each other is.