Back When I Was Invincible...

Remember those days? (Think real hard.) When you were a teen and figured that the whole darned world was your playground?

I was reminded of the 'good ol' days' last weekend at a party we attended up the road from our house.  (As you may remember, my parents built out here in Dhuland back when I was six years old, and I lived here until I was twenty.  And since I lucked up and now live in the house right next door to my Mom's house, I have all kinds of opportunities to wallow around in memories of my past.)

Which brings us back to last weekend's party.

The hosts treated us to a gorgeous view of the Vernon River at sunset, which albeit breathtaking with it's pinks, purples and golds, could not distract me from this...

 

This, my friends, is a 1320 foot monument to my teenage invincibility (or should I say stupidity?)

If you've ever been down my way, you may have seen this quarter mile long dock reaching out to the Vernon like a four foot wide runway.  It's definitely the longest privately owned dock I've ever seen.  And it happens to belong to the family of one of my teen-hood cohorts. 

Hmmm... and maybe he wasn't so much a cohort, as maybe a partner in crime? Or perhaps we were superheros and just didn't know it, because the crazy crap that we pulled together should've landed us in the hospital... or in jail, at least a dozen times.

Yes... my superpower must've been invincibility...

 

...because we would come home from a night of carousing, dim the headlights, quietly pull into his parking place and then jump into the golfcart to head down to the dock.  And guess who was usually the driver?

ME!

And of course we couldn't turn on the headlights, because the imfamous cop who regularly patrolled the streets of Dhuland might see us.  So, there we'd go with our shields of teenage armor wrapped tightly around us, zipping through the yard, across the road, through the oak trees, and onto the wooden slats of the dock. 

How we didn't pitch that golf cart, and ourselves, off of that dock and into the mud remains one of the great mysteries (and miracles, thank you God) in  my life.

Fast cars... fast boys...

 

 (aw, lookit how cute they were...)

And seriously?  Where did my cloak of invincibility go?  Do I still have it somewhere?  Because I'm thinkin' it might've gotten stuffed into a Goodwill bag somewhere around the time I turned twenty five.  Or maybe it was motherhood?  Is maternity the Kryptonite to invincibility? 

I think that might be it, because you dang sure won't see my happy ass trying to navigate a golf cart down that dock in the daytime these days, let alone at night.  Nope.  Ain't gonna do it.

Thinkin' back, I'm pretty sure I didn't even have a learners permit when we were out cattin' around in our stupidity invincibility cloaks... so what, I was like fourteen?  Dear Jesus.

And Miss Priss is about to turn thirteen?  Oh crap.

I'm in trouble.

(Anybody know where I can buy some invincibility on the cheap?  She's a size zero... thanks.)

 

Comments

[Sid]

OMG is that a cutlass or a regal? And such a pretty brown....wild girl

[Jamie]

Ha ha... I think the burgandy one was a Regal, the cream one was a Cutlass. For the record, the dude on the Cutlass was my buddy, but the dude on the Regal was my unrequited crush. ;)