After a basketball game, my coach was driving the team back to school in her car when she decided to go on a "detour" in Forest Hill. Although I missed an extra half hr of school (not that I minded), this place showed me some of the finest and older homes of the GTA.

I remembered a dream I last night. It was a dream where I was with this guy whom I've been very much attracted to over the course of the year, but I haven't ever had the guts to go up and even talk to him. In the dream we were in love and we kissed.

It was the best dream ever.

I'm scared to talk to him because I'm a guy too. What if he's not gay like me?

I hate being gay sometimes.

I want to say I think I love him, except I don't even know him. I can at least say he's the cutest guy I've ever seen.

Only one period of my life had I made my dad cry. I was a newly minted teenager full of rebellion. I must have dissapointed him real bad in order to make him cry.

One winter, there was an incredible snow storm which left a layer of snow as high as my hips; granted, I was nine so hip-level snow was like knee high snow for an adult. Along a fence at school were snow drifts that were impressive to a class of nine year olds. Armed with only snow pants that were hardly water proof and winter gloves that were equally so, we set out to dig tunnels and a fort out of the snow.

We worked like ants, clearing out paths and gutting out hollows. Soon we had a venerable city underneath this drift of snow.

Now I, being the industrious one, took on the initiative to add a small side tunnel to connect to the adjacent one for feng shui. This part I only vaguely remember. A girl on the outside told me not to dig through the wall for some reason, and I ignored her cause girls are stupid. I began with my index finger scraping a little area in the middle of the tunnel until my finger got to the other side. "Good start," I thought and promptly took my finger out to admire my handy work.

Then the entire structure above me collapsed like a ton of bricks, or snow as it were. Somehow I had got my head out of the tunnel in the split second that gravity took hold of the avalanche of snow. I was looking up at the sky feeling the crush of what could have been the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man sitting on my chest. Was it ever hard to breath.

All the kids immediately stopped what they were doing and began excavating me out of the rubble.

No one knew how it happened except me.

The song that this line comes from- I'll always remember standing in the crowd on the dance floor with my best friend (and prom date) while this song was playing. Just his face as he sang along- such a great look of enjoying the moment and feeling alive. It's all I see in the short memory, but it's all that's important. I love that memory.

She sat across the room from me and we passed notes through others every class whenever the teacher's back turned. On one note, she asked me for my number and I was being paranoid so didn't write it down. She wrote back with hers and I did the same. I never ended up calling her because I was too shy.

I used to play only the free money given to you at Internet casinos. Usually I would cash out when I hit $50 profit to lock in my money. My best run was turning $10 into $450 in Blackjack.

A kid taught me the phrase "Easy Peasy Chicken-menesey" on the playgound. In class the teacher asked me to do something and I said it. I got such a scolding!

As I kid, I used to have these dreams of me floating over my own body when I had the flu. I would hover in the corner of the room as light as a feather while these boulders came crashing down on my body below. I felt the blows of each rock, but they were soft.

I used to always go on camp trips with my youth group, until I discovered my dislike towards mosquitoes. During the camp trips, one of the mornings was designatedfor a hike to the beach to watch the sunrise. I have never felt more at peace than those moments in the mornings.