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Yep.

Soda, by Wendolynn

One Christmas Eve Adam and I thought it would be really funny if we shook up all of the 2 liter bottles of soda.  My mom was the unlucky one who opened the exploding soda.  After two bottles exploded all over the counter and floor, she realized that someone had shaken them.  She was not a happy camper.  I told her I had done it and helped with the cleaning.  I still remember how disappointed she was.  Too bad she didn’t think it was funny. J

Snot, by Nick Snyder

We used to get the TV Guide in the mail, and the address tag was stuck on with something like rubber cement.  I thought it looked like snot, so I peeled it off, put it on my upper lip, and went to show it to my dad who was in the kitchen.  We almost bumped into each other at the kitchen door.  He stopped and looked at me, I looked at him to see he had done the same thing.  We stood there and laughed at each other.

Yogurt on the Windshield, by Wendy B.

Katie Haas always caused a lot contention between us cousins.  One day, I apparently had upset her by knocking her lunch bag over without me knowing it.  That afternoon after water polo practice I walked to my station wagon and found the wind shield covered in strawberry yogurt.  Katie had gotten her revenge.  Because the yogurt had been sitting for a couple of hours, it was dry.  I had to drive home from Grossmont with my head out the window.  My dad and Brother Haas were both unhappy.  I am sure Katie didn’t get in trouble.

 

Broken Windows, by Nick Snyder

Adam and I were cleaning the bedroom when we were kids and we got in an argument over a Run-DMC cassette.  I got mad and threw it out the window, but the window was closed.  I wouldn't have thought something as light as a cassette would break a window.

Another time I came home from church, went to my bedroom, and kicked off my shoe ... through the window.

Biscuit Paolini, by Wendy Snyder-Bradshaw

The was this kid named Shaine Paolini who went to Grossmont.  He was in Adam’s grade.  We saw him everyday after school walking home.  As we drove by, Buddy would yell out, “HEY BISCUIT!”   He would always look at us.  Good ol’ Biscuit!

Side note: I just looked up Biscuit’s name in my year book to make sure the spelling was right.

 

Vaseline and Salt, by Gwendolynn

Buddy (Adam) and I liked to make the youth dances fun.  One night we decided to pour salt on the floor in the Zion building cultural hall.  We made a track and had fun sliding on the floor with the salt.  Another time we decided to try Vaseline.  It was slippery, but fun.  That poor floor in the Zion building!