I've mentioned how such a tomboy I was in the past and you probably thought, not another "I used to be a tomboy" declaration, but I really was one. In fact, boy friends (friends who are boys) can't take me seriously because of this --- hahaha! Anyway, it's all because of my dad, too, I think. When my mom died, he was all I had and he would buy me boys toys - like instead of She-ra, I had Skeletor. So, when I was in my teens, my dad got me another "toy". One day, he just came home with a shiny and red Honda scooter. I didn't know how to drive a car yet, and the Camp is huge so he said that I can run errands with it... Run errands??? Yeah, errands like buy a bottle of Coke, or chips from the convenience store.
I was the only one of my friends to have a scooter. Unfortunately, among my dad's rules was not to let anyone else drive, and since I was such a good girl, my friends didn't get to enjoy it. It's so funny... everyone who wants to ride can only ride it if I drive. Just imagine it, I'd take my bigger guy friends for a spin... It's so funny.
Oh, I have so many scooter memories...
- We used to take the scooter to that area in camp where they have big scary dogs that chase after cars and people in bikes, and we'd speed off like there's no tomorrow (dare devil style)
- One time, my friend and I had this brilliant idea to go rollerblading at the grandstand and we were too lazy to take them off, on the way home, and decided to just ride with them -- bad idea because within a minute, we fell and injured ourselves.
I wasn't really over, yet, when my scooter was taken away from me. My aunt borrowed it, to go around and she took herself to some area with dogs and decided to jump off the bike and run, instead of speeding off. She ended up with bruises and cuts. The bike ended up broken all over. My dad got so mad, and he just decided to take it away...