You know I often catch myself thinking back to my childhood memories - I was born in 1970 so I'm a child of the 80s best decade ever!
I often enjoyed roller skating and to this day I love it - but I never liked the rental skates always had to have my speed skates - looking forward to hitting the rink soon! haha great thread!
My contribution for the week.
On this day in 1991 I was starting my 3rd day of total and complete Hell other wise known as Marine Corps Bootcamp at MCRD San Diego. Yes I am a Hollywood Marine for those Parris Island flat landers out there. By this time I was still in utter shock with everything going on around me and constantly thinking why in the world wold I do this to myself? This day is technically only the beginning of our 3rd full day as we didn't take our first step on to the sacred "yellow footprints" until around 1 am on the 24th even though we arrived at 6pm on the 23rd. The previous few days were spent being issued gear, uniforms and going through additional testing and medical/dental exams. Today we took our first steps out in front of everyone and we looked horrible. No one really knew what to do or what was expected of us and because of that we had the receiving Drill Instructors in our face non stop yelling and screaming and then we were introduced to the various sand pits "islands" scattered around the Depot. To say culture shock would be an understatement. This was a total world ended as you know it type of thing.
The Receiving DI's would take us out and begin teaching us basic formation and marching commands and parade us in front of platoons that were much further along or near graduation just to show them the new boots on the depot. I was ok with this humiliation at the start, but when they marched us by the Kilo Company platoon that was in 3rd Phase close to graduation that some of my high school buddies were in I just about lost it from embarrassment as I could see it in their eyes as we marched past that they were telling me you are screwed.
To make matters worse for those who have never been to or seen MCRD San Diego half of the base is literally within 100 to 200 yards of the only active run way at San Diego Airport "Lindbergh Field". All those planes taking off and landing all day and all night make you think that you can just hop the fence and get away from it all. Some tried and actually made it over the fence but were always brought back to either be kicked out or endure pain and punishment that would make you just want to crawl in a hole and die. Personally i did want out of there but there was only one way i was going to do it ant that was by graduating.
Bulldogs are like potato chips. You just can't stop with one.
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RIP Samson el Torito and Petunia Belle
May 20, 2000 - June 06, 2008 and November 16, 2004 - April 10, 2015
"What we once enjoyed and deeply loved, we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us." Helen Keller
RIP Wellie, Bella, Winston & Roxie
@pdolphin27 when you read in the paper "crazed teen shoots up school" this is the picture you think of...
I know I'm a few min late for tbt, but that is me on the right at my pre school graduation lol. Sorry for the bad pic quality!
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