This one doesn't make me blush... I noticed that a lot of my content about the past is about embarrassing stuff, huh?! I guess it makes me look pretty bad, if that's all you know. So I want to share some good memories.
I don't know where to start, though! In high school, I had the bestest group of friends. We had a lot of fun. I can proudly say that if anyone wanted to have fun, they knew to turn to me! I had a car and no curfew (WHAT were you guys THINKING, mom and dad?!)
My favorite memories were of a whole bunch of us meeting at the beach and having bon fires. We'd go to all the football games, even though I had no idea what was going on and could never see where that darn ball was, I'd just cheer when my friends did.
My favorite concerts were the Hawaiian or Reggae ones at the Waikiki Shell. Steel Pulse, Ziggy Marley, C&K, man, those were the best! I would always wear my tie dye Bob Marley shirt, lol.
We'd go "scrambling" at the old kaka'ako point. It was just huge dirt piles and we'd zoom around like crazy in there. Which is truly nuts because on one side it was just a little cliff and then ocean. Once, I crashed my car into a dirt hill and it would only drive in reverse after that.
We had a code name for stuff, I can only remember two, we'd meet up and say "you want to go Ghunting or Bunting?" Bunting was boy-hunting, which consisted of driving down the Waikiki strip over and over. At stop lights, we'd play Chinese fire-engine where everyone would get out, run around the car and hop back in before the light turned green.
Ghunting was ghost-hunting. There are so many ghost legends here and we'd go give ourselves a scare by testing them. We'd go to Morgan's Corner, where someone supposedly hung themselves. Or to the Manoa cemetary where there were no lights, then up the mountain to Tantalus where you can see Manoa cemetary and see hundreds of tiny lights (still haven't figured how that could be!) Another scary place was Baby's Cry, where you'd walk along a rocky coastline and hear dozens of babies crying from every direction, it was so freaky, really. The noise actually was just from a type of bird, but the story was it was the dropping off place into the spirit world and ancient Hawaiian mothers had lost some (or sacrificed) babies there. If you walked far enough, there was a salt water pool and the crazy ones would swim there. One of the freakiest places was 13 bridges, where no man has EVER successfully come out of, supposedly, so it was a challenge. It was a very deep, rural PRIVATE and winding one-lane road with 13 bridges, we'd count them as we passed each bridge. It got scarier and scarier with each bridge, with so many warning signs, no lights, and high brush. Once, when we decided once and for all we were going to go all the way, we got chased back by some huge attack dogs and we had to high-tail it out of there in REVERSE, screaming all the way. Someone screamed that there was a guy with a rifle. We never went back. There were a LOT of ghunting places to occupy our weekends.
Sometimes we went ice-blocking. They used to make ice available in big blocks that cost just a few dollars. We'd go to a golf course in the middle of the night and slide down the hills on our blocks. You had to wear two pairs of pants and a sweater on your butt or it was miserable.
We did normal things too, like bowling or go to the movies. Or we'd all chip in and rent a hotel room. I miss those days of having so much fun and being spontaneous!
What's your best memory?  ¶ 12:37 PM