Basement memories

I think that the basement, and all that happened there, is one of my favourite places in the world. IN the heat of the day, it was always cool, and there was always cool stuff to do, read, watch, talk about are make.

Painting miniatures by the hundreds, drinking pepsi and Five Alive by the litre, chips and cookies, often imported from North Bay... Reb and I being the only ones who had discovered the secret of the date linzer cookies.

I remember a stuffed clown with a jagged mouth and a musical heart full of spikes, a sand table for wargaming and kitties always in need of cuddles.

I remember hours of mariokart and wrestling, wanderings through the neighbourhood into the wee hours, and sitting up at the top of the monkeybars at the school, or watching the sun rise on the mountaintop.

I remember grade 12 or 13 when the other room got cleaned out for use, and all the possibilities it opened up.

So many happy times to be grateful for.

Those cookies were so soft and delicious!

I had actually forgotten about that creepy clown with the spiked musical heart.

One my strongest memories of the basement is the time we (mostly I) accidentally set the couch on fire.

Yeah - the mention of that clown triggered an ancient part of my brain -there was also the creepy small windows that led under the deck (Ivan showed up at those windows one Halloween night!), the creepy bathroom no-one used, the creepy wood-room, the creepy work-room, the creepy space under the stairs...

That week-long couch fire is closely followed by the infamous fire-cracker war in terms of flat-out insanity.

Having actually lived in the basement for the last years of high-school I have so many memories (good and bad) that I'm not sure I can actually re-open that memory-box with some having to make a Sanity saving-throw. So it is nice to hear other people's fond memories!

I do not remember this couch fire. And that bugs me cuz it sounds like something I should remember.

I remember playing guns around the neighborhood. Mostly the Ivan in a tree sniping people. And also the arguments of the "pop-ie" rule. I don't have any idea how to spell that cuz I think this is the first time it's ever been put to print.

But about the Basement... what I remember most is playing on the amiga ( I think) of Stunts, Wing commander, and that WWI flight sim... Totally forget its name right now. I remember somebody putting hot sauce on Matts finger while he was sleeping and then had him rub his eye and video recorded it. I also remember that I tried to argue that back to the Future was the best trilogy going. (so wrong... so very very wrong). That one time I GM'd a game of Cyberpunk and killed everybody.

Those Date cookies... is that the ones that were used to grow the craziest fungus I have ever seen?

for the popp-ie!

"amiga ( I think)" - it was a 386 PC. I also remember Star Controller and how we would stand around the drivers/pilots chair violently shaking it in for 'realism'. There were only a few games on the Amiga like Nuclear War and Shadow of the Barbarian.

That one time I GM'd a game of Cyberpunk and killed everybody.
We died fighting! Mike(?) grabbed a live grenade and hugged a bad guy. Also somebody jumped a motorcycle through a skylight.