Bigfoot's Continuing Adventures Thread

“Its alive!!!”

“Page 5 is still messed up, there`s no bottom of the page and the place you write in has been eaten up, or summit.LOL

But, Thanks Violin!LOL”

“I finally do remember my last name after the teacher reads off the three names on a list she has of students not yet accounted for and the last one she called out was me and just as soon as she said my last name I remembered it an howllered out that one`s me.

You shouldda seen the glare on her face, it looked like she had eaten a lemon peel and all and to top it off her face was red as a beet and she just kept staring a hole through me, like I was some kind of thing that had just tripped her, or something. She then set in on me again and told me she thought I was gonna be trouble and she knew just how to deal with trouble and trouble makers, that this was the first day of a new school year, but it sure wasn`t her first day at school and that I would have to get up a lot earlier than I did this morning to ever get anything over on her. I was thinking, I wish she`d just shut up, wipe the tiny bit of spit offa her lip, or go on and choke to death and stop turnning so red in the face and I was also wondering just how early she had gotten up and if she had to milk cows and do chores too before she got to school, but I never got the chance to ask her, or tell her what I was thinking. She up and walks over to me and drags me down a row of chairs by my ear to a seat and tells me that this is my desk and she has spent way to much time today having to correct me and blah, blah, blah, blah, some more stuff I prolly shouldda listened to, but just didn`t understand because she was talking so fast and much to me that it all just ran together and it was all I could do to nod my head at her now and then and try to force a grin at her.

She finally wanders back off towards the front of the class, but she`s still eying me over her left shoulder the whole time, like I`m gonna make faces at her, or stick out my tongue, or something. Heck, I was young, but not stupid, I had a mother and three sisters and I knew they always were watching me, it`s only later after you`re outta earshot that a guy can truely voice his opinion and not be made to suffer for it for the rest of his life.

By this time I`ve had all the school I ever wanted, or needed and my eyes set in and started sweating on me and the sweat from my eyes welled up and spilled down my cheeks and along my neck and that teacher lady sees this and sets in on me again. She right off mistakes my eye swetting for tears and tells me to stop my crying and act like a big boy. Boy I sure did want to tell her a few things, but I couldn`t, my eyes just set in and sweated that much more.

Then the darndest thing up and happens, these three girls come sauntetring over to me and start patting my back and holding my hand and two set in and give me kisses and they tell me it`s okay, it`s okay and I guess they knew all about sweatting eyes and stuff as they mustta had some practice with it too.

The teacher says she just gives up and she more or less set in and ignored me the rest of the day and the best I can remember it now, she never spoke to me again that day.

Two of those three girls pushed their desks over against my desk and we whispered and kissed the rest of the day. Somehow I made it through it all and got back to my bus for the ride home.”

“It has been a while, but it seems like the last time a girl scooted her desk over next to mine, I missed the bus.”

“~snort~

I love your life stories, Big Foot.”

“The next day it`s harder than pulling teeth getting me on that dern bus and off to school, but that by pain of death thingy that my dad kept telling me didn`t sound like much fun either. So, I have fits finding a seat again, but do get to set down and when I get to school this time, I`m well educated in the ways of things and right off I lite a shuck and look for a hiding place and find one too. I crawl up under a building and crawl back into the shadows where no one can see me and I just wait till that bell rings and I see everyone scatter and go inside. Still I wait a bit and hope that mean screaming teacher has gone away too. Inly then do I crawl back out of there and head for home, it`s only 11 miles out and I`ll just hot foot it back home and hide out. Heck I knew great places to hide out back there and off I go. I made it about 8 miles back towards the house and this pickup pulls up along side of me and a horn honks so I look over and it`s that big dude from school grinnin` at me and he calls me over to him.

I walk over and ask him what he`s doing out this way and he informs me that he`s looking for me. I ask him why and he says it`s because I`m supposed to be at school and they couldn`t find me. It was a few days later that he up and tells me that I was ratted out and some kids saw me hide under that building. He tells me to get into the truck and he`ll take me on home so I do crawl in there with him and ture to his word he hauls me home, where my dad`s waiting for me. Seems they called him and told him I cut school and dad sets in and beats me till he has to stop and catch his breath.

Now, you`d think that wouldd cured me, wouldn`t you? Nope, it didn`t, I cut every day the rest of that first week and the first two days of the next week as well. I did change my hiding places though and I finally quit tryin` to walk home, they kept catching me before I could get there. I started hiding in a drain coulvert till I`d hear the buses drive back up in the evenings and I`d sneak out and join the kids scrambling to the buses and catch a ride home. That all ended the second week though, my dad started taking me to school and going all the way to class with me and do you remember that teacher? She took right in and watched me from then till she escorted me back on the bus again that and every evening till I finished the first grade. I even had to eat lunch next to her and at recess she`d never let me get over ten foot from her, or another teacher that watched me like a hawk.

The second grade was much like the first grade was, the teacher, or someone met me at the bus and stayed with me till I reached class and until they put me back on the bus to go home. I guess my first grade teacher ratted me out. And wouldn`t you just know it??? The same thing happened on the start of my third year of school, but after a few weeks they lost intrest in me and by then I quit tryin` to run away. But, the damage was alredy done and there wasn`t any turning back the clock on it. I found out the hard way that the other boys at school hated me, they all thought by now I was the teacher`s pet, or something and they set in and took it on themselves to torture me.

Most of the boys that set in on me went away with a limp and mumbling to himself, or had a case of those sweating eyes. That still didn`t stop `em pestering me, it made `em worse, now they would gang up on me and tease me, or hit me, or try to beat me to a pulp. I still mostly held my own on `em, but there were these 8 boys that teamed up together and tore me up from the floor up. Fiur of `em were kin to eachother and another three of the boys were their best friends and the other boy just moved there and teamed up with `em so they didn`t pick on him. This turned into an every day beating for me and continued till the 6th grade. That bell wrung for recess and I was off like I`d been fired from a cannon and this one boy was faster than spit on a hotplate, if I didn`t get a head start on him then he`d catch me and trip me till enough of the other boys could catch up and beat on me.

I had had enough of it and I tried to beat him offa me a lot and did so often, but he`d never give up. This one day the cocola cola company had a ton truck bringing cokes to school and a new coke machine too nd I ran around the back of that truck as they were driving slowly by and I waited as this guy chasing me came around the truck too. I tripped him and pushed him under the middle of the truck. Heck, I thought as fast as he was he`d roll back outta there in no time, but he mustta hit his head when I pushed him down and he didn`t make it out fast enough and the duel wheels ran over his legs and broke them both. Me and another boy was ahold of him and trying to drag him out when the wheels ran over him and we head his bones break.

A teacher saw the whole thing and I got hauled into the office for it and the law showed up pronto, they beat the hospital guys there. They asked me and the boy that got ran over what happened and the other boy that tried to help me pull him out and then asked the teacher that saw it. It was my fault, but the boy chasing me told them why I did it and they decided not to haul me away. It`s a shame they didn`t, my dad almost killed me when he was called up there and they had to tell him what happened.


oh, that was the first part of the 5th grade and the start of most of my bad ways.”

“Hi Everyone,

I was reading Lipstickhikers thread and she asked me what I`ve been up to and it got me to thinking. I know, I know, I`m not often thought of as a thinker, more so as a stinker, but here`s my thoughts on it all.

She asked me what I`ve been up to in the last few years and I decided to just share it here with all of you, instead of writing it in an e-mail. I felt that I should share it here because I never really told anyone what I`ve been up to since I more, or less left this site. Oh, I still check in once in a while to see what`s going on, but I rarely ever post anymore.

I quit coming here as much and started out seeking poetry rooms and writers rooms and the like. I shared some of my junk and the more they liked it, it seems like the less I shared it with anyone. I kept on writing my thoughts and feelings, but quit sharing them. I`d offer up some of the silly stuff I`d write, but nothing heart felt. The things I wrote helped me to get away from my pain and it kept me busy so I didn`t feel lonely, or cut off from the world as much, because I was keeping myself busy. Seems it`s easy to fool your mind, or it was for me, but the heart isn`t one to let things go as quickly. My mind kept telling me it`s time to move on and get a grip on things and change the things I could change, but my heart often pulled me back and wanted me to remember the things that tugged at my heart and those tiny things I left dangling in the wind.

Seems to me that our lives, my life is a mess of strings, one leading to another, or away from something, or another. Some string weren`t strong at all and were easily broken, or just left to themselves. They didn`t matter enough to worry and stress over, yet other strings held me fast and I was bound up in them and they were the threads of my life, my being, my reason for being who I am and what I was, or ever would be.

So, I wrote my feelings and hid them away. In doing so I found out things about myself, some good and some not so great. I had to look at it and face the facts, things change and I was changing too.

I still couldn`t walk as much as I`d like to, but I wasn`t bound to the house any longer either. I decided to get on with life and go see what I was missing and bit by bit I did venture out more and more. I started to enjoy what I was doing and the little things that came my way, or that I just happened up on and I did, I saw `em like they were brand spanking new again. Some things were a warm welcome and just as I had remembered them, while other things changed, or I had changed one, or another.

I started hiking again, went swimming more and more, rode horses, rode a bike, watched sunsets and sunrises and just enjoyed the moments. I started meeting more folks along the way and with some I shared more than just our time together, with some I shared instrests and history too, in a few we shared a new future.

Now, I`m a creature of habbit too and I still would come back and write and chat a bit too, but not as often. I didn`t need to, I wasn`t as lonely, or looking for escapes like I once was. And wouldn`t you just know it? It happened, by accident I found someone that was running away too and we ran smack dab into eachother.

She was funny, charming, interesting, smart and sweeeeeeeet and more than that, she thought I wasn`t a complete iddiot, she later told me that no man`s complete, but for a while I thought I was special.LOL

We talked for endless hours, little by little we got to know eachother better and we shared our childhoods, or families and friends and school experiences and everything. Then we even started to share dreams together, or with eachother and I could see her in mine and she said she could see me in her`s. Sure, it was corny, most stuffs like that is, but she made it seem less painful and made me laugh at myself.

Why is it the most interesting folks live the furtherest from you? Well, true to form, she was on the eastcoast, a yankie girl to boot. Oh and she talks funny,...LOL
We decided to meet, she wanted to come visit me and for the love of mud I couldn`t stop her, not that I tried to very hard.

She got here and we were like kids, we talked way into the night and woke up still babbling, about this and that. That was almost a year ago today and we haven`t been apart since. I did it, I found someone that wants whats left of my ol` broken heart.

I moved on and started over and have someone to share new adventures with now. I`m not sure how things will end, but I just know now the things I do I get to share and that makes me grin like a fool.

Maybe this explains why I haven`t been around much in the last two years.LOL Oh, I forgot to mention it, but we talked by phone for just about a year before we met....


Great Times!!!LOL”

“Good for you, bro. I am really glad to see you moving forward. I always enjoyed your poetry and hope you will share it again around here. I always felt it was one of the best things about this place.”