Cheese to go with my Whine

Wow was I feeling sorry for myself. Oh well just move on and enjoy whatever is left. But remembering, painting water towers, skinny dipping, getting swats for kissing Glenda Wynn in the hall at school, walking to school and thinking it must be ten miles, broken legs,jaw and foot but at different times. How did I make it past the ninth grade? My poor family having to put up with me and suffer through fights, bruises and bloody lips(that one I just can't forget). I don't know that I was any meaner than other kids but I had a very short fuse and that was not good. I had some good friends back then and wonder how things turned out for them. If we had never left East Texas I'm sure I would have ended up in some kind of trouble. The move was life changing for us all. So many great memories of Las Vegas so many ggod people and crazy times.