Early Days of Ebay
when i was little, my brother and i went with my mother to a silent auction at our school. for some reason, i really wanted this basketball that had been donated, so i bid on it and was very determined to get it with my own money. i kept checking up on it to make sure no one outbid me, and if someone did, i upped the bid by the required $.50. eventually, my brother found the basketball and decided to bid against me. when i went back around to check on it, i saw that he had outbid me, so i got pissed and went to yell at him. he said that he wanted it too and he was going to win it. what a bastard! i was so determined to have that ball that by the end of the night, we had knocked each other's bids up to $21 or something crazy like that. for a fucking basketball!
that memory randomly popped into my head this morning while i was eating breakfast. i don't even know where it came from. but i got to thinking about it, and i was a pretty stubborn kid. i could have so easily just given up right near the end of the auction and made him pay that $20 or so, and then laugh in his face. i was never quick to think of ways of manipulating people though. but, i'm pretty sure that's just what he was doing to me the whole time. like i said, what a bastard! i bought the fucking $21 ball that i for some reason thought i had to have, and maybe used it once. i'm sure he eventually adopted it and maybe it's still alive somewhere... man, i wasted a lot of money on stupid crap when i was little.
i think i might expand on this memory and use it for my creative writing class. woohoo!
tell me a random memory, i love them!
when i was little, my brother and i went with my mother to a silent auction at our school. for some reason, i really wanted this basketball that had been donated, so i bid on it and was very determined to get it with my own money. i kept checking up on it to make sure no one outbid me, and if someone did, i upped the bid by the required $.50. eventually, my brother found the basketball and decided to bid against me. when i went back around to check on it, i saw that he had outbid me, so i got pissed and went to yell at him. he said that he wanted it too and he was going to win it. what a bastard! i was so determined to have that ball that by the end of the night, we had knocked each other's bids up to $21 or something crazy like that. for a fucking basketball!
that memory randomly popped into my head this morning while i was eating breakfast. i don't even know where it came from. but i got to thinking about it, and i was a pretty stubborn kid. i could have so easily just given up right near the end of the auction and made him pay that $20 or so, and then laugh in his face. i was never quick to think of ways of manipulating people though. but, i'm pretty sure that's just what he was doing to me the whole time. like i said, what a bastard! i bought the fucking $21 ball that i for some reason thought i had to have, and maybe used it once. i'm sure he eventually adopted it and maybe it's still alive somewhere... man, i wasted a lot of money on stupid crap when i was little.
i think i might expand on this memory and use it for my creative writing class. woohoo!
tell me a random memory, i love them!
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nicolery:
hmmm...when i was in kindergarten, i was a really big dork. (not that that has really changed all that much) anywho, it was snack time, and my mom used to pack me with the handisnacks and she would buy milk for me through the school's milk program (lol, did anyone else have a "milk program" at their school?) i opened up my milk in the nice little carton, and then i attempted opening up my handisnack, but it wasn't coming off too easily, so i tugged on it quite hard, and while doing so, i knocked over my milk and spilled it all over my brand new dress. i think i ran to the bathroom and cried because i cried a hella lot when i was a kid. but i learned a great lesson from this event: always open your milk last.
nicolery:
everyday, two people would be able to go and wheel in the milk from the "milk room" on this little cart. it was a big privilege to be able to go and get the milk at my school.