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Green Room - Idol Minor - Week 1 - Day 3

I'm not sure when I knew that I liked girls, mostly because I don't recall a time when I didn't. In kindergarten, I was the boy playing house with the girls - because I wanted to be around them, and maybe one of them would become my girlfriend. According to my Mom, it started much earlier than that with any female "play date" that came across my path.

Those boys who "hated girls", until they got older - I never understood them. Girls were always the best.

So it's really not much of a surprise that I ended up with rocks in my head.

But that requires a little background.

I am the oldest son of my father, who is the oldest son of his family. His youngest sister was only a few years older than me. She was the coolest, and of course, she lived at my Grandmother's house, and when I was kid - after my parents got divorced, my Dad lived there too. So I spent every other weekend over there. It was a magical place where I could sit around watching monster movies all day long, eating directly out of the carton of ice cream - and whenever I wanted to go outside, my Grandfather owned a campground, that was located within walking distance of the house.

Big D's Campground was the world of adventure that opened up my youth. It's weird to think about just how unsupervised I was, in the middle of nowhere in Ohio, running through the woods and sometimes just walking the creek on my own. (or with my cousin who was a year younger). It should be noted that I'm not talking about "when I was a teenager. I'm talking about since about 5 or 6, I had the run of the place.

There were two paths down to the main campground - one was a rocky incline that my Uncles would sometimes take their 4-wheelers down but most people avoided. Then there was the "main road", which was a dirt road that also had a steep incline. It barely fit two vehicles across and at some points you just had to pull over and wait for the other car to pass.... and you could only do that on one side. That side was pulling into the woods. On the other, you only had a narrow stretch of trees before it plunged off the side of a pretty high sheer shale cliff into the shallow creek below.

That second road was where it happened.

I was pretty late when it came to learning about to do anything. If there is a "technical excuse", that would be it. I didn't really know how to do things that I "should have" known. Including riding a bike.

I got my first one when I was 7. It wasn't until I was 8 that I was really doing anything with it other than trying not to fall over. That younger cousin? He loved his dirt bike and would later go on to be involved in the BMX community. Me? Let's just say it "wasn't a dirt bike" and leave it at that. ;)

Which is how it happened.

The why it happened? Well, that goes back to having that young aunt. Who, of course, had friends her age. She was 15. I was 8, and her best friend was beautiful and always really nice to me. I wanted her to like me in the way to only a truly delusional person would think that a teenage girl would ever think a 8 year old boy was worthy of their attention. (What would have happened if - for some insane reason, she *had* decided that I was truly the one for her... I apparently never worked out that part!)

They were hanging out at the house one day, and I was tagging along. Then they decided that they were going to drive down to the campground to meet up with some friends... and I couldn't come because I was "just a kid".

Yeah, that went over about as well as you think it went.

I decided I was going to show them. I was going to ride my bike down the hill to the campground. Somewhere in my 8-year old brain I had decided that was the most manly and grown-up thing I could do. The girl would certainly be impressed with me.

I rode down to that first path, but it was short and didn't seem impressive. Which is weird, because looking back, it would have been the more difficult ride.

So I rode over to the main road, up to the where the decline started. I stared down it, making sure there were no cars coming... and started off to my destiny!

About that... as I said, there were things that I never quite got the handle on, that I should have known... simple stuff... like how went going downhill, you pick up speed as you go. And of course, how to use my brakes.

By the time I was almost down the hill, I was freaking out. I put my foot out a little, but it didn't slow enough... I was trying to keep to the middle of the road, because only in that moment did it occur to me that if I went too far to the right that I would be going off the cliff. (I didn't occur to me that I would probably DIE, but I knew it would be bad)

So I hit the brakes. Hard.

And went over the handlebars and hit the ground on my left side.

One of the campground regulars found me. I can't recall if they called my Dad or took me back up the house themselves. Pretty sure it was the latter.

The entire left side of my face was covered in blood, and my clothes were a mixture of rips, blood and dirt.

My Dad helped me get cleaned up and had me change my clothes.

The next day he took me back to my Mom's.

That "next day" part is more important than you would think... because with the blood, he didn't notice/do anything about the fact that there were visible pebbles embedded in my head, just over my left eyebrow.

My Mom noticed.

She brought out the tweezers and peroxide and got to work.

It was awful. It hurt so much and yes, I cried quite a bit. Eventually she just gave up and decided that what was still in there would just work its way out on it's own.

Spoiler - it didn't. There is still one. Right above the left eyebrow. The reminder of what happened, and everything that means about me.

I don't know if that girl ever even heard that it had happened. But if she did, I guess she wasn't impressed. ;)


The new topic is up: https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1050256.html The deadline is Monday.

Which is also the deadline for people to sign up https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1049456.html so that they can get in on the Community Chest (you need to complete all 4 weeks).


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 4th, 2018 04:51 pm (UTC)
Eep, that's quite a story, thank you for sharing.

It's lovely to see Idol on my dash again. It's been quiet around these parts.

Looking forward to reading the kids' stories.
May. 5th, 2018 02:02 am (UTC)
I'm hoping that people will come out to read those stories, and leave comments for the young writers, so it won't be as quiet for them.
May. 5th, 2018 03:41 pm (UTC)
These stories, tho! :) Not sure whether to laugh or cringe or offer you a hug. Maybe...all three simultaneously.
May. 7th, 2018 03:23 pm (UTC)
I'd have to kick you for the last one. ;)

May. 7th, 2018 03:26 pm (UTC)
Laughing while cringing should be the "when Gary talks about his life" default! :)

Of course the true "I SHOULD be embarrassed" stuff is in my teens and early 20s, because teens in general do and say things to embarrass their older selves!

(and of course they would be embarrassed to know the people they would become. ;) )

May. 5th, 2018 06:19 pm (UTC)
Yikes! I’m glad you lived!

The girls posted entries, but their posts were screened for suspected spam.
May. 7th, 2018 03:27 pm (UTC)
Me too!

I marked them as "not spam". So hopefully that wouldn't happen again. But if it does, let me know.
May. 7th, 2018 07:30 pm (UTC)
So dragonswimmer had to edit her entry post with her link (the link was mistakenly entered and broken) and now it appears to be screened for spam again. I suspect that making the girls new journals has them on extra spam watch because they are so brand-new, alas.
May. 8th, 2018 05:35 pm (UTC)
I think you might be on to something with the new journals. Oddly enough, the second time, I couldn't see her entry *at all*, even filtered. (it shows up as "suspicious comment", which is where it was the first time).

But I knew it was there so I went looking for it. :)
May. 8th, 2018 02:48 pm (UTC)
My hub did something similar on a skateboard back in the days of no helmets. Road rash is not pretty.
May. 8th, 2018 05:33 pm (UTC)
It's really not. Does he have any permanent scars from it?

Edited at 2018-05-08 05:34 pm (UTC)
May. 8th, 2018 07:39 pm (UTC)
On his chin. Facial hair hides it now.
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