December 10, 2003

     Watching my sugar-induced overly-hyped young children, I see what I used to be.  I remember days on the asphalt heaven we called the playground.  I remember all the way back to kindergarten.  The day was good;  I had just ran away from a girl who always chased me on the playground.  This was an early-life crush situation.  Here's what I remember.  The night before this incident, I had a dream of stopping just once.  Just once I was going to not be shy and run away from the bombshell who must have thought I was all right too.  Well I did run, at first.  I also gathered up all the courage a six-year-old could muster, and I stopped.  The girl and I talked and we didn't even hear the teacher blow the familiar come-inside whistle.  I don't remember what was said, I just remember that I felt like a king.

     What inspires me is fear.  I think of all the times I got to feel fear, and realize that I am an adrenaline junky.  Fear is just about the only way I get my adrenaline fix.  Throughout life, I have done many things just for the rush.  I watch shows like Fear Factor, and Survivor, and dream of getting my turn at bat.  I dream of jumping out of planes, and waiting until it is almost too late to pull the chute.  Nothing satisfies me like a good rush of adrenaline.  Gen X,  we are a crazy bunch.

     I find it fascinating how easy it is for me to know about half of how a person is going to react to a situation just by the generation they come from.

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