It's easy to look back and remember everything being much better than it actually was at the time, but it really was better in many ways. If you feel like ready about my memories.. here we go...
It was 1984 and we were selling various candy bars for school fundraisers. The day we picked up trhe boxes of candy bars, we were also given a brochure full of prizes we could choose from, based on the amount we sold. I immediately picked up several extra boxes because I knew exactly how I was going to sell them. My father worked in a huge factory with thousands of employees, my mother was a bowler, and I spent my weekends at STAR SKATE and Roll-A-Rena. Between these three places, I just knew I'd get whatever I wanted from that brochure, plus the kid with the most sales got a trip to Kings Island, a Pizza Party, and a Boombox... and I wanted that Boombox so bad.
After a very successful week of candy sales, I came into school on Monday morning with my brochure filled out, an I just knew I had sold the most. Well, I was quickly put in my place when “:Billy M.” has sold 6 more candy bars than me.. SIX MORE! I don't remember my exact reaction, but I'm pretty sure it included some crying. I watched Billy walk out of there with my Kings Island Tickets, and MY boombox.
That evening I got a call from Billy, letting me know that the Pizza Party was for me too and he wanted to show me HIS Boombox. The details about the party are vague, but that weekend I went to a slumber party at Billy's house and we became friends. The majority of my memories from this point on include Billy, because he was that bad influence that I just had to be around. My weekends were spent at his house, sharing parachute pants, fingerless gloves, and records.... mostly because he was a bit spoiled and had more than I did.
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