When I was in middle school, I was not the cool, studly vision of awesome I am today. I was a nerdy kid, who struggled to be popular even if I was hilariously funny and devastatingly handsome even then. Ahem.
But, what helped raise my status among my fellow middle schoolers were my annual birthday parties held at the Watercoaster water slide. It was the freaking event of the year, particularly because my birthday was in May. It was like an early start to summer.
We would climb that manmade hill over and over, acting like the maniac kids we were and no doubt driving both our parents and the Coaster employees crazy. Years later, when I was 19, I would take my last water slide trip on one in Crystal Beach. Not paying attention, I slammed my face into one of the concrete embankments and nearly lost both my front teeth. Live and learn.