Despite the number of things about my Mormon upbringing that make me angry, there are a quite a few highlights.
In no particular order:
I remember that, while blessing the sacrament, Aaron Case would regularly pause just a little longer that was required right after the second word. "Oh, God... ... ... -giggles from the rest of us- ... the eternal father"
There was a time at youth conference that we had gotten hold of a plunger. We were staying in the dorms at Helaman Halls at BYU. We would sit at the back of our room with the door open and throw the plunger as hard as we could at the door across the hall. As the plunger stuck to the door it made the most fulfilling -BANG- -FER-DER-DER-DER-DER- sound just like in a cartoon. We did this for hours. Each time a leader would come out of his room looking for the source of the noise, we would hide the plunger and play dumb. Eventually (sometime around 3 in the morning) Talmage Ball caught on and took the plunger from us. I have it on good information that that very plunger is still in use in the Ball household.
The first time my friend, Danny passed the sacrament, he passed out right into my older brother's arms while lined up in the aisle.
I spent an entire youth conference at Southern Utah University (SUSC at the time) sneaking away from activities with Michele Evans to make out. We even made out in the swimming pool in the middle of the night. Why I never had sex with her I'll never understand.
Another year the theme for youth conference was "Dare to be Different". I guess they didn't mean it because Danny, Aaron, Alan and I were sent home to change after showing up in togas.
Region Dances. Need I say more?
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You really brought me back to the fun antics we can enjoy as youth. I had to laugh at the "Oh God... ... ...the Eternal Father."