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Well, here I am again at the airport, waiting for a flight that was just delayed 35 minutes. So, I'll use the time wisely and blog! I was talking to my wife this morning and I told her that I wish I had more childhood memories that weren't either injury related or stories of me getting in trouble. She asked me some questions that got my mormory juices flowing. I had a few thoughts come to me but this one is the one that made me laugh out loud. Now granted, I'm sure this alot funnier to me than to anyone else, but funny none the less.

When I was 15 I went to a youth camp at BYU called "Be The Best You" (BBY). It was similar to EFY, for those of you that are familiar it is like EFY but much much smaller, only about 300 kids in the whole camp. So we got to know the friends in our group and in our camp really well. I went to the camp with some friends of mine Bobby and Greg and I think there were some other friends from Yuma, but I can't remember right now, sorry other friends. The camp was a week long and it was filled with classes, dances, free time, and other stuff to keep the youth occupied and spiritually fed. In the process of being spiritually fed we tried our hardest to break as many rules as possible. Sneaking into the girls dorm, sneaking off campus, bringing contraband items onto campus, and ditching class to name a few. We were young and having fun and there were some really cute girls we were trying to impress, again, can't remember any names, sorry really cute girls.

I remember one stunt we pulled to get attention and to make a big splash at the end of camp. We decided it would be fun and a good idea to shave our heads, not just buzzed, but bald bald. The only thing close to clippers anyone of us had was an electric razor with a flip up sideburn trimmer on the back. I was the Guiney Pig of the group and went first. We weren't quite sure about our method of shaving but we wewre gung ho and ready to go. Instead of starting on the back or side where if we decided to stop the damage wouldn't be too noticeable we started right in the front center. Right away I knew this was a mistake, OUCH!!!! It hurt, bad, I could feel each hair being ripped out by the root. By the time the pain was too much ot take it was too late, I had a big strip of missing hair on the top of my red head. So, we moved forward. After about an hour of shaving (more like ripping and tearing) I looked like Jason Voorhees from friday the 13th, a bald head with a few stray clumps of hair blowing in the wind. I was in tears but I took solice in the fact that we were all going to do it. After I got up and looked in the mirror I said "who's next"? Much to my disappointment no one stepped up to the chair, they all chickened out. I'm sure I would have too if I hadn't already been butchered.

Oh well, whats done is done and if they are going to chicken out then I'll rock the chrome dome alone. I asked how were going to finish the job and clean it up? With a grin on his face Greg flipped down the trimmer and turned on the razor. I knew it had to be done, so I took my seat and let them at it. It was almost as painful as the initial torture, but I knew we were almost done. When Greg finished I was clean shaven, I mean clean buddy! It was white, shiny, and hairless. I looked in the mirror and thought, "there is nothing more handsome than an bald, albino, red head head. We suited up and went to the last dance of camp, the hair was a hit, chicks dig a bald head. I got to dance with any girl of my choosing, I was king for a night (bald king).

When I got home my folks weren't the happiest, but what could they do, the damage was done. The thing I remeber the most about having a shaved head was how hard it was to dry off my head after a shower. I could drag the towel forward, but trying to drag it backward was like trying to drag a piece of cheesecloth over a cactus.