Yeah...Stefan DOES tend to rush some of those passages, ha ha!

Well, I doubt if I'd forget a funeral...BUT...I've avoided going to any for twenty years now, so who knows?

As much as I kid around a LOT, I AM glad to be able to put even a tentative label on some of my behaviour as an adolescent. It wasn't harmfull (really) but was certainly curious for one who sees himself as very sane. I would happily wander the isles of a hardware store for hours, checking out this and that DURING SCHOOL HOURS, and so the owner would really look puzzled (although nobody ever busted me.)

Funny thing is, that although I drew (and talked to) imaginary friends when I was young , I had lots of real ones as well, and certainly knew the difference.

One of the little bits of behaviour that must have struck my folks as highly odd was when I'd go into the basement and whack a GOLF ball against the cement wall with a tennis racket, catching it on the rebound with a trapper. Dangerous, but boy did I end up with hellish good reflexes (and a few bruises)....not that strange perhaps, but I kept up a constant hockey play by play chatter, sometimes using existing NHL players and sometimes making up fictional teams. Hmmmmm.

It would have been very relieving to have known that I wasn't the only one doing this (kind of ) stuff.

Fun though.

Rick