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Micheal Phelps win this thread over all of you!! !!

Also Billy Mayes says so!! !! Long Live Billy Mayes (1958-2009).

When I was a boy, I was accepted into the Gifted And Talented Education (GATE) program. It was meant for students that learned much faster than others. Evidence (how far along we were vs. how far along the regular kids were) points to me being lied to about that last point.

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When I was a boy, my father used to get sent dirty jokes all the time. He would print them out and read them to my mother.

The fact that my sisters and I were nearby and listening was of no consequence to him.

When I was a boy, my mother would constantly practice writing with her left hand. You see, if she was ever in an accident that caused her to lose your right arm, she'd then be able to still function normally.

Too bad she never was very good at writing left-handed.

...neither am I.

When I was a boy, my parents decided that they wanted to buy a house, so we ended up moving from Tracy, CA to Stockton, CA. A distance of no more than 40 miles or so.

Here's the thing you have to understand about Tracy: It was a town where nothing bad happened. We had an extraordinarily low crime rate. A fight at school was a huge shock, and I figured that's just the way things were.

Here's the thing you have to understand about Stockton: One block away from the bad part of town was about as good as you could get. It was a craphole. John Marshall Middle School was the kind of school that teachers and politicians have nightmares about.

My father took me out of JMMS after the first semester. I was homeschooled for a year and a half (until high school). By that time, we had moved to Reno, and I was going to Hug High School.

I don't feel like typing so much so I'll just read what you wrote.

When I was a boy, and I was homeschooled, I would stay up until about five AM playing Vagabond's Quest. When I heard my dad waking up, I knew it was time to get to bed before he got downstairs. This was when he was working the day shift (as opposed to graveyard shift).

Intresting...

I win yet again!

Victory is but a fleeting moment on this thread....

When I was a boy, there was a cat that my sisters and I loved named "Kitty." She was a stray that we adopted as a very young cat. My dad would always refer to her as "stupid cat," but every time she walked by his chair, he would hang his hand over it for her to play with. He loved that cat.

She died the night before he did.