General construction fetcher the summer I turned 15. Spent the first week carrying two bundles of shingles at a time up 110 stairs. The second week carrying the same bundles up a rickety aluminum ladder to the guys on the roof.
1985 Firebird Formula. Looked like Tarzan, drove like Jane. It had a racing tires and air shocks, but only a 305 under the hood with a 2-barrel carb. Looked good at the redlights, but bad getting blown away by almost every other car.
Jennifer ___________, my senior year of High School. She came over one day after school. After a few minutes watching TV, she disappeared for a minute. Called me back to the bedroom and was laying on my bed completely naked. Best 15 seconds of my life to that point.