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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ;; shadow9119
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ʙᴀʀɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ;; Lucky
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sʜoᴡ ɴᴀᴍᴇ;; Luckiest Catch
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ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;; Male
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ʜᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴄoʟoᴜʀ;; Something green?
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ᴘᴇʀsoɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɢɪғ;; See Above <3
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ғᴀvᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍoʀʏ;;
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My favourite spring memory has to be about two years ago. There's a little pond outside the front of
my house; nothing grand, just like a little body of water that has a healthy population of frogs and
the occasional duck.
It had just recently had a fire pit installed, so me and a couple of guy friends decided 'hey, why not try
this out'. As a self-proclaimed pyromaniac, I myself was pretty hyped about this. So we went to the
nearest Dollar Store, bought a 1000 pack of matches, and got to work.
My friend Alex likes to think of himself as the outdoors-y type. I dunno how successful he is with
this stuff, but he decided to take charge when it came to making the fire. Roberto and myself
decided that we'd just walk around the pond and try and find stuff that we could throw on the
fire to keep it going.
After about twenty minutes of arguing about 'that's not how you start a fire' and 'you're never gonna
get it to work if you do that', we finally had a fire. It was small, but it was just enough to start
making some s'mores. We sat on the tiny stone benches that had been set up, pulled out some
marshmallows, and then the fire went out.
The arguing started again, the three of us gathered around the fire trying to get the thing to start up
again, but no matter what we couldn't get the fire to do anything more than spit out smoke.
Then Roberto had an idea.
He had recently broken up with his girlfriend and was in the process of moving out from where he
lived with her, and he still had a load of clothes in the car. He ran to his car while Alex and I kept
working on the fire, and we could hear him digging around through all his stuff.
Ten minutes later, he finally re-appeared.
He had a pair of boxers in his hand and was running towards us yelling 'burn these burn these'.
As you can probably tell, I lost it at that point. I was laughing so hard I almost knocked over the fire
pit, which would have put out the tiny fire we had worked so hard on. He threw them on the fire, Alex
poked it with a stick to try and get it burning, and then glorious flames rose up in front of us. The
whole situation was pretty great.
We didn't eat s'mores though. There was no way I was roasting those things over burnt boxers.
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By me
then we stayed at a adorable RV park in Williams Arizona off of Rout 66, so that was cool to. then the next morning we hopped on a hour long train ride to see the Grand Canyon for the first time! did you know the north side is taller than the south side? after that we headed to Sedona AZ and it was beautiful there, we were devastated to head back through boring Nevada then back to school the next day. (no offense to people who live in Nevada)
