Friday, April 16, 2010

My Special Chips

I loved chips. My growing, awkward, Junior High body craved them. But the only time I had them was at public events. So when someone brought name brand chips on one of our scout camp outs, I determined to save my lunch money and bring my own to the next camp out.

The purchase took place outside of my parents knowledge as they could easily confiscate them or at the very least lay forth a profusion of sigh's and quiet comments constructed to engender massive guilt. The chips were tucked away until we arrived at our destination. We unloaded, set up camp, prepared for the night. After our tinfoil dinners I slipped quietly away to the privacy of my tent.

That night, I lay nestled into my sleeping bag and ate as many Cool Ranch Doritos as I could possibly desire. My perma-grin couldn't be helped and I fell asleep licking my fingers without brushing my teeth.

5 Comments:

Blogger Ammon said...

I did this just the other day.

April 17, 2010 at 6:39 PM  
Blogger Veegish said...

Your growing up was very strange and amusing to me, more frequent reminisces would be very much appreciated.

April 19, 2010 at 11:31 AM  
Blogger hamatake said...

Chris, your stories crack me up. And apparently your scout camps memories were a bit more positive than mine. 2 of the first 3 camp stories that stand out in my memory were definitely not that great.

May 15, 2010 at 12:16 AM  
Blogger mimi said...

Chris your blog is great!...;.)
I like how you are so honest and funny...I still remember when Your family moved to Burton, were we in 4th grade? Anyway, you were super
tall and an awesome artist!...;.)...It appears you still are a great artist!
Lol...This post is kind of random...;.)

June 16, 2010 at 2:18 PM  
Blogger Joie De Vivre said...

Thank you all for your comments. I love to think that you find joy or provocation in rich and profound memories.

July 16, 2010 at 10:24 PM  

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