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Kat, or maybe it was akabukowski, once said to me that everyone thinks their life would make a good book.

She is probably right. What do you think?

Here is your chance.

Let's all tell stories from our experiences as we traveled through time.


Ahh, but there has to be rules. They will be pretty loose, but rules there must be.


1. It can be any experience that you want to tell us about.

2. It can be as short as one line. Or as long as fifty. Anything over thirty will be deleted.

3.You do not have to end the story at fiftyy lines, but you have to quit writing at the end of fiftyy lines. You can not post again until at least one other person  has posted something.

This ensures that everyone gets a chance.

4.You can continue on the same subject or jump to a new one.

5. Nothing is required to be in chronological order.

6. Very Graphic Sexual discriptions should be posted in the sex talk group. You can direct us to go there if we want to read about it.

7. No one will be checking the facts 

8. Additional rules will be posted and implemented as I see fit.

Step right up and post. who knows, the next knock on your door may be Spielberg asking for the movie rights.

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Yep, but she let me barrow it.


Since there is currently a Thread about life stories I went back and found this one. It doesn't hold the record for most replies but it ranks pretty high. Some really good reading here. I still have some that I haven't told. And I'm still living new ones.

Thanks for reviving this Robbie. Good thread!

Can we use more than ten words?

I'll have to think about this one.

Okay, I thought about it.

Growing up  we had a housekeeper/nanny named 'Autie'  Edna.  I thought she was an old hag and to this day, I don't know if she was black or white.  She was bony and I see pictures of her now and I realize that she wasn't nearly as old or as ugly as I thought she was.  My brother and I were really mean to her.  I don't really remember her going out of her way to be nasty but she didn't smile much.
One day Michael asked me if I'd give him a dollar if he kicked her in the butt.  Of course I said I would because I knew he wasn't brave enough to do it.  All day long we were giggling and I kept waiting for him to get up his nerve.  Finally, she was stand at the kitchen counter doing something and he walked past her.  When he got right behind her, he pretended to trip and fall throwing one foot upward towards her butt.  He looked stupid and I don't think he kicked her at all.  She turned around and asked him if he was okay.  He picked himself up (trying not to laugh) and we both ran out of the room.  I think that his stupid acrobatics failed, so when he asked for his dollar I told him I didn't think he earned it.  He then walked straight back into the kitchen and asked her if he had kicked her in the butt.  I wanted to crawl in a hole.  I remember her saying, "Don't worry about me.  I'm just fine.  Did you hurt yourself?"  That answer didn't verify anything, so I never paid him.
It became a big joke after that and he began tripping a lot when he got behind her, trying to get that foot to make contact with her ass to prove to me that he could do it.
We were such dorks. 

When we were young we used to hitchhike to Idaho to go fishing. (the people spoiled us to death by stopping at every restaurant to fill us up).

We grew up (some) and I got a car. We planned a fishing trip to our favorite spot and off we went.

After catching plenty of fish we started home. I was low on gas so I pulled into a gas station to get some gas. I had no money and I asked my buddies if they had any money and the answer was no.

I decided to drive until I ran out of gas.

We ran out of gas and as the car came to a stop, I made sure we were still on the road. People would push us to get the old car started and I never told them I was out of gas. We made it all the way home.

Good one Slim. You are now an official member of the "My Life" club. Darroll has been a member for a long time.  

You'd think after having lived for so long, I'd have more stories to tell.  This turned out to be a harder assignment than I thought it would be.

Will I ever be with my true love?  When I was 15 I met a boy (G) he was 16 and we fell in love.  We were inseparable...best of friends.  My parents did'nt like him and I think it was only because he was everything to me that they felt that way.  G and I had been going out for about a year and we were now having a sexual relationship.  I know, I know 16 is too young...One night I was talking on the phone with him (it was one of the first cordless phones) my parents were downstairs listening to the radio and I told G that I might be pregnant...I had missed my period.  after I got off the phone my parents called me downstairs and asked me if I was having sex?

Of course I denied it (who tells there parents that)  Anyway...they heard my whole conversation with G.  It came over the radio station they were listening too. SHIT! I was caught.  The next day my mom took me to the doctor's to get a pregnancy test and it came back positive...I've never felt so happy and so scared and so sad all at the same time.  My mom was so sad...it broke my heart. G and I had some decisions to make.  My parents were threatening to throw me out of the house if I decided to keep it.  G never stepped up. I had no choice...I had no where to go and everything at that time seemed so hopeless. I agreed with my parents to have an abortion.  G told me he couldnt be there that day as he would be out of town working with his dad....When the procedure was over my mom called his parents to let them know that I was o.k. They had no idea what my mom was talking about....G never told them I was pregnant.  afterwards our relationship was strained, I didnt trust him fully, every thing felt like a lie.  I could not be with him anymore.  we ended up breaking up.  Time passed and I got married and I had triplets but my relationship with my husband has not been a good one but we separated and then got back together because of the kids.  Over the years I often thought about G. Then we connected again when fb came out but not much contact just a Merry Christmas or Happy Birthday.  He's married too and has 3 children.  A year and a half ago my mom passed away. I was having an extremly hard time coping.  It had been 9 months (just before Christmas) I got a message from G wishing me a happy birthday and he asked if I wanted to meet up for coffee?  We did get together after the new year for a beer LOL! and it felt great to see him again and talk.  He told me about his life and his un happy marraige....To Be Continued

Interesting story. TRACY. Give us chapter 2 when you can.

And chapter 3.




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