First Best Friend (The Meeting and the Mudding)

I sat in Mrs. Davis’ room, probably working on math problems, and noticed a classmate’s pencil moving in rapid, jerking motions. Ever curious and seeking any excuse to talk, I peeked over his shoulder to see what the brow furrowing was all about.

His right hand worked his trusty No. 2 pencil on a piece of looseleaf, ruled notebook paper. On the page was something I had never seen. The object on his paper had the wings of an airplane, but the body and rear thruster of a rocket. Rockets filled my first-grade coloring books about man’s first trip to the moon, and I had seen Star Wars just a few months before that (and several times in between). I was fascinated.

“Hey, what are you drawing?” I asked.

“A spaceship,” he said.

“Oh, neat.”

Soon Chris and I were drawing spaceships and land-boring vehicles replete with lights and weapons. We gave them uncharted planets to fly by and elaborate underground chasms as battlegrounds. The No. 2 pencil was the perfect implement for laying down the lines and shading that flowed from our imaginations, and readily eraseable when we decided something didn’t look quite right.

Soon, we discovered that we both lived about five miles outside of town, and only two miles apart, on the same mountain ridge. Our bicycles carried us easily between our houses, which no doubt thrilled our parents. In fact, I probably could count on one hand the number of times our parents had to make the drive.

Chris and his family told me that he was a distant cousin of Elvis Presley. I didn’t know much about Elvis at that age, except that he was very big in rock music, and then just plain very big. Still, I thought it neat that Chris was related to him.

Chris and I held sleepovers at each other’s homes, but we called it “spending the night.” We spent more time at his house, perhaps because he lived on a farm, which offered many adventures for kids our age. Indoors, we watched Star Trek reruns, which quickly turned me into a fervent follower of Kirk and his crew.

Building on that and my Star Wars fanaticism, Chris pulled me into the world of science fiction. In addition to action figures of Luke, Chewie, and the others, he had some of the ships of that universe. He had a set of Micronauts, which, as far as I can tell, still would be pretty cool toys for kids into sci-fi. No tie-in show, so a comeback doesn’t look good.

When we went outdoors, I was somewhat taken aback that Chris never wore shoes when playing in the fields, around the ponds, and in the barn. They had horses, cows, goats, and chickens. I did what any normal kid my age would do.

I took off my shoes.

It was rough going for my feet at first, but they toughened up quickly to allow me to run around like Tom Sawyer. I never quite got accustomed to running across their gravel driveway, and I almost went down when I happened to step on a gray rock sitting point up. Beyond the driveway and through the dry, crunchy weeds, my feet found respite in the muddy ponds. I’m just glad no hookworms found respite in my feet.

The ponds offered entertainment in various and, retrospectively, disgusting forms. In one pond was a dirt island with weeds growing all over it. Once when Chris came to school with scratches up one side of his face, he explained that when he tried to push a large dirt clod up the island hill, he had slipped and fallen backward, allowing the mass to roll over him. It was a real-life Wile E. Coyote moment.

That also was the pond where, when not catching catfish baited by chicken livers past their expiration date, we held mud wars. My brother and his friends got in on the action, too. Standing several feet from the shore, our feet sunk into the mucky bottom, we hid behind thin sheets of Styrofoam stacked flat to form flotilla. We leaned into the brown water to scoop up mud ammo. While direct hits were by far the most rewarding, a well-placed mud bomb landed on the top of the defense barrier and sent a scattershot of mud raining down on the opponent.

The only true escape was under water, but despite our slogging around in it, putting our heads under water was not common.

I could swim in a lake, but in a pond? No thanks. Under certain circumstances, however, I could be moved to get my head wet. That brings me to what we did in the other pond.

(to be continued)


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First Best Friend (The Meeting and the Mudding) — 8 Comments

  1. *chuckling* all things parents would NEVER let their kids do now!

    Picture Ben doing that bud… and then what would you say? *LOL*

  2. So you actually remember the day you met that clearly? How old were you again? I can’t even remember how I met my best friend from college, much less a childhood friend.

    Man, you boys sure are nasty creatures! I guess I can see what I have to look forward to with Benjamin … I may be glad that he’s a “city boy.”

  3. LOL I’d forgotten about him going barefoot everywhere. His sister probably still does to this day!! I’m looking forward to the upcoming stories on this topic.

  4. Dave – No doubt, man. I still can’t believe we did all that stuff. Oh, and I just remembered, there were some monstrous crawdads (no, they are not called crayfish or crawfish in Arkansas, unless some hifalutin city person opens a restaurant).

    Shan – Oh yes, I remember it very well. And, yes, boys can be gross. You used to catch a few crawdads yourself, though. Now that’s hard to picture, although you do kill spiders all by yourself.

    Chuck – The barefoot thing was amazing. Chris could have walked on coals very slowly, the skin on his feet was so thick.

    Thanks for your comments on the previous entries.

    I gotta hit the rack, everybody. Alvis and I just saw a 10 p.m. showing of Superman Returns, and I highly recommend it. Has the most exciting movie scene I’ve ever… um… seen. I got so wound up in it, I got a bit misty. That good. Okay, so now that I’ve oversold it, go enjoy.

  5. Never had any mud wars, but I do recall a very hot camping trip that resulted in me and two friends languishing in a mud hole by the banks of a river. In my speedos.

    And I would dearly love to see Superman Returns. It may have to wait for the vieo store though. My backlog of “to-see” movies is longer than I can easily recollect.

    Damned inconvenient kids!

  6. Simon – Some form of mud-wallowing is in every man’s history. Otherwise, I’m not sure that man ever was a boy.

    Dude, if there’s ANY way at all that you and/or the missus can get away to a theater to see SR, then go for it. If you both can’t go, then maybe offer her a night away from the kids in exchange for your movie night. There are two scenes in that movie that make it worth the price alone. I won’t get into detail here, as I plan to write and post my review over my lunch hour today (no spoilers).

  7. Wow, the memories you’ve brought back for me. I grew up similarly in the country with friendships made because of proximity to my home and that have lasted 40 years.

    Our fun was had in the woods and a particular ‘dirt pile’ as we called it. Oh my, the fun.

  8. Hazel Hazel – It amazes me how many more things I’ve remembered just in the past couple days. “Oh, gotta go back and get that in there” is running through my head constantly.

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