Monday, October 19, 2009
Travis wants another story, so here goes:
I grew up in Indiana, home of the cold. Yes, we get some warm summers, but we also get an extra helping of the cold and snow to make up for the nice weather those bastards in the southern states enjoy most of the year.
Even though we get all this snow and cold weather, there aren't too many bodies of water around here to try Ice Skating. We have a few creeks and a river, but nothing good enough to perfect my triple axle back-somersault with a triple sow-cow layout.
One cold winter morn, while playing in the snow with my neighbor, this deficiency was lamented.
See, we weren't happy just building snow forts and snowmen and having snowball fights and pushing littler kids faces in the snow. No, we had bigger dreams. Olympic size dreams.
My neighbor, being all of 14 to my 10, came up with a brilliant idea.
My parents had bought us one of those 24' circular x 4' deep above ground pools a few years prior. And since it cost a fortune to have the firetruck come out and fill it up, they left it mostly full in the winter.
Above Ground Ice Rink.
We quickly agreed that this was the most AWESOME idea ever, and headed for the ladder.
There was some sadness at the fact that we were without the proper footwear, but we decided that our boots would have to suffice.
As is turns out, above ground pools don't make great ice rinks.
Seems that when you add the weight of the water and ice, along with the weight of 2 Pre-teen boys jumping and sliding and spinning, that the flimsy vinyl walls will buckle like the knees of an intern on the Late Show.
Our glorious ice rink instantly turned into a giant backyard slip-n-slide.
We became two popsicles.
My mom almost became Dick Cheney when she found out.