I was probably about 9 years old when this story takes place. The events took place somewhere in the woods of middle Maine. I was visiting two friends of mine at their house. The afternoon started off like any normal Maine afternoon, a nice 4 wheel ride through the mud and grass and everything else. This went on until my buddy did a barrel roll off of the thing and got bruised up. This made us turn to our next event of the day......................... Smashing old cars with metal poles and other miscellaneous objects. Now when I say cars they were literally at least 30 different cars throughout these woods. And our job as kids was to smash all the glass we could find and dent in as mannnnnnny doors as possible. This went on for at least an hour and a half. Never can a child feel as much joy as when he smashes two headlights at once and watches and glass shatters throughout the woods. Once we were done with this it was time for dinner. I believe we had grilled cheese and blue drink served in old mayonnaise jars. The reason I cant remember what I ate was because of the next event that took place. My friends older brother who was probably 14 at the time took three shop N Save brand hot dogs and put them in a bowl and melted two pieces of American cheese on top. This was his dinner, or so he thought it was. The second his parents caught whiff of this meaty delight he was yelled at like he had just stole the meal. They said "That there meal is to expensive for you just to eat". And carried on about how selfish he was for eating those 3 hot dogs and 2 pieces of cheese. They made him offer some of his treat to me and his brother. I kindly declined and stuck with my blue drink and grilled cheese. I guess the thing that always has got me is as much as I like hot dogs and cheese is the fact that 3 of those hot dogs and cheese probably cost about maximum 2 dollars total. I guess they were looking for him to eat along the lines of a 30 cent meal instead. O well to each his own I suppose.
I will always remember this fine and random day of my youth.
Ahh yes, the joys of being young and getting jollys from smashing things. Being an only child from out in the sticks my backyard was basically a forest full of old grown up logging roads. There were many abandon vehicles, mostly old trucks, which took up a few days of my youth getting smashed. The best was finding some old bottles all in a nice pile the loggers left behind after a hard days work. These came in handy to smash through the old truck windows. Double the excitement, double the fun.
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