Grade 9 ... Some memories I had.

Winning the High School Table Tennis tournament ...

Going on the Band Trip to PEI, where I almost died ... 3 times.

1 - We went snowmobiling in the wee hours of the night (past midnight) and it was dark out but the machines had headlights. The machines were very fast. We were all tearing around and then I noticed the other machines going in a single file. I realized why when I came up to a barbed wire fence, but moving at that speed there was no time to stop so I gunned it, and put my head down. Fortunately there was a small windshield and one of the fence wires went over me and the fence post I just missed was ripped out of the ground and hit me on the head. Other than that I was fine. Without a windshield that fence wire could have sliced my head off. Turns out there is a narrow gate there and they were lining up to go through it.

2 - Later during that trip I was in the car, at night, with 4 other guys. I was in the rear seat in the middle, and the guy driving was nuts. He went tearing down a steep hill, and there was a stop sign at the bottom and I could see that the road ended, but he was not slowing down. And he was not just speeding, he was going faster than I had ever been going in a car before. I thought we were all dead, but at the last minute he swerved, and then you could see that the road started again just off to the right. He ran the stop sign and swerved over to continue on the road. I am guessing that guy has since killed himself.

I won't mention the incident with the shotguns ... but I don't think I was at risk of death then.

3 - Then at a dance they had at the high school my appendix started to act up (didn't know what it was at the time) and I started having severe pain and was getting dizzy. I was in the back room playing cards, but went out on the dance floor to try to find the billet to drive me back to their place. I blacked out and fell on my face. People thought I had been drinking ... LOL. (Still to this day I don't drink and have never been drunk in my life). They drove me home and I was OK after a night's sleep. Then on the flight home the next day my appendix flared up again, possibly ruptured, and the "stewardess" was chewing me out for not sitting in my seat properly. I had to carry my own luggage and instrument through the airport bent over in pain, and then my parents drove me to the hospital where I had an operation to remove my appendix. I remember the surgeon's name was Dr. Willard ... who is now one of my father's doctors.

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