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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Justin C who wrote (64929)	3/18/2004 7:15:43 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I wonder--Do you think there are places still like that? I have a hard time accepting that you and I are the last generation that experienced growing up this way. It makes me incredibly sad. And it makes me sad not just because it makes us old, but I think we grew up secure in a way kids today don't. I can only speak for myself here but money wasn't a big deal for us either. We were neither rich nor poor. We just had "enough" and I never felt that I was deprived. Well, almost never. Now that I think about it, I felt very deprived because I didn't have five matched Bobbie Brooks outfits. Skirt, sweater, and matching kneesocks like SusanCook M. who was my enemy because she wrote in my 6th grade autograph book Roses are red Violets are blue YOur nose is shaped like a B-52 I never forgave her. Not until our 15th reunion when I discovered she had turned into the NICEST person with a really large nose. She had a pink bedroom and everything matched in it, too. I loved spending the night with her because everything seemed crisp and new. But her mother put ice in the milk at breakfast and it made me gag. So even SusanCook didn't have a perfect life. Here are the most awful things I did in high school: My best friends and I smoked a cigarette after the National Honor Society induction banquet and had a Chinese firedrill on Main Street. We felt incredibly wicked and were sure we would be booted out before our NHS pins ever made it home if SusanCook saw us and turned us in. Our junior year we formed a group which had absolutely nothing to do with reality but we thought was funny since none of us had the slightest need for birth control, called HELP (Help ELiminate Pregnancy). We wrote a song that we thought was scandalous and sang it in the lunchroom in beautiful three part harmony. It was sung to the tune of Brahm's Lullaby, and went When you're out in a car Don't forge--et your jar Of those green little pills, They eliminate your ills. We of HELP will contrive All your problems to dim So that out on a drive You'll be always safe with him. We sang it at every reunion until Sally who had a wonderful voice and sang the melody died of an asthma attack in her 40s. I can only chalk this incredibly revealing post up to the wine I am drinking. I substituted it for champagne when I realized at the store that there was no way I was going to open a bottle of champagne by myself. You know, people have been killed by wayward champagne corks.