See! They’re gone.

Alright, so movie star might be out of the question now (It’s all downhill from here, folks), but I’ve got the hockey player look down pat. Plus, I’ve got a haircut a modern-day skateboarder would kill for.

I look like a scrapper, don’t I? I remember getting into a couple of fights back then in grade two. I don’t think it was because of the red piping on my sweatshirt. As I recall it, during recess, Teddy Kopchuk and I both wanted to be Soundwave… I won. I hear he’s turned into a huge muscle guy now. I don’t think I’m to blame.

(That reminds me of some good school yard stories I’ll have to tell sometime.)

By the way… the sweat shirt gear? That, and sweat pants, pretty much became my standard attire for the rest of my elementary school days (and the first year or two of high school). What was I thinking…!? Well, I really got tired of the “vvvvt, vvvvt, vvvvt” noises my brown corduroys kept making.