Flaming Marshmallows and The Curse of the Big Toe
Jun/20/07 12:05 AM Filed in: MEMORY LANE
.....There were always various non-serious injuries
that occurred at family camp, most of them not
significant enough to remember. Of course there were
plenty of sunburns, scrapes, bruises and bug bites,
but there are 2 injuries that stick out in my memory.
Sometime around the very first family camp we were sitting around the fire roasting marshmallows and no doubt singing silly songs when Beth's marshmallow caught fire. She swung her roasting stick up fast to blow out the fire before it turned a perfectly roasted mallow into a charred smokey mess. The flaming mallow flew right off the stick and stuck right on her cheek! I don't know if Beth remembers this happening or not. In fact, I don't remember the actual event at all, but every time I roast marshmallows I think to myself, "beware the flying flaming mallow."
Another injury began with an innocent bike ride around the loop. Kaleo and I were planning to ride on the cliff trail through the forest and as we rode out of her site, her mom yelled after us, "don't ride your bike in flip-flops!" "Pfft." I thought. "What could happ...AHHHH" About 25 feet up the loop the gear slipped and my foot slid right off the pedal and into the front wheel wedging my big toe between the bar and spokes. "Don't panic," I thought, "just pull it back out." Yank. Yank. "Oh no..." The toe was stuck and I was caught precariously balancing with one foot on the ground and the other stuck in the wheel. Fortunately, Rico Figueroa came to my rescue twisting the toe till it popped out. It started as a pretty weird looking dent then quickly swelled up to look like a sausage that had been microwaved too long. And so began the curse of the big toe. From that day on, my toe suffered the majority of my injuries and to this day still gets achy on rainy days. I'll tell you one thing, I don't ride my bike in flip-flops anymore.....
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Sometime around the very first family camp we were sitting around the fire roasting marshmallows and no doubt singing silly songs when Beth's marshmallow caught fire. She swung her roasting stick up fast to blow out the fire before it turned a perfectly roasted mallow into a charred smokey mess. The flaming mallow flew right off the stick and stuck right on her cheek! I don't know if Beth remembers this happening or not. In fact, I don't remember the actual event at all, but every time I roast marshmallows I think to myself, "beware the flying flaming mallow."
Another injury began with an innocent bike ride around the loop. Kaleo and I were planning to ride on the cliff trail through the forest and as we rode out of her site, her mom yelled after us, "don't ride your bike in flip-flops!" "Pfft." I thought. "What could happ...AHHHH" About 25 feet up the loop the gear slipped and my foot slid right off the pedal and into the front wheel wedging my big toe between the bar and spokes. "Don't panic," I thought, "just pull it back out." Yank. Yank. "Oh no..." The toe was stuck and I was caught precariously balancing with one foot on the ground and the other stuck in the wheel. Fortunately, Rico Figueroa came to my rescue twisting the toe till it popped out. It started as a pretty weird looking dent then quickly swelled up to look like a sausage that had been microwaved too long. And so began the curse of the big toe. From that day on, my toe suffered the majority of my injuries and to this day still gets achy on rainy days. I'll tell you one thing, I don't ride my bike in flip-flops anymore.....
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