Hoping the past isn't out of reach

Hello peeps.
There is a convergence of events happening tonight that makes me want to write about what i miss the most: those random moments in life that make the past memorable. You know those moments I speak of. When out of nowhere someone says something random that you just run with and make lifelong references too that no one else seems to understand. On a trip with friends and see something that shall forever be referenced. Those are the moments that stay with us for ever, and I shall share some of them with you now. Hopefully the details aren't too muddled, but I'm sure I'll be corrected if I'm too far off the mark.
A little background. I grew up, for the most part, in a small town called Lucedale, Mississippi. It is a small town in George County, about an hour away from anywhere fun. There were no movie theaters, malls or clubs or like. We were a dry county for goodness sakes. That didn't mean we didn't drink, we just had to drive farther for it. But with all this we had to make our own fun. And we got the right mix of people together, fun was had by all. Most of this fun didn't actually happen in Lucedale, but the crew was all home grown.
The biggest club outside of school for youth was of course the church. My church, First Baptist, was divided into two distinct groups: the haves and have nots. These groups weren't all exclusive, but a clear line was drawn. Not to say there was a turf war or the like, but if you didn't know what group you were part of going in, you were soon notified.
For the sake of brevity, i shall limit my story telling to the adventures of the First Baptist Church Youth Choir. There are many more, but these are the most striking as we were able to create the most fun. Those were magical times, and I wouldn't change anything for them.
The best of these involves a musical we were doing called Truthslayers. We prepared months to put on this performance, practicing till we no longer needed our sheet music or a bit of our sanity. My part in the play was the sheriff. I had to arrest of the boys for reasons i no longer remember, but found humorous during the event. I guess i was way into character when i slammed the guilty party into a wall leaving the stage (my apologies John Russel), something that almost broke the seriousness of the play. But we were professionals and had a good laugh about it later. But i digress.
The real fun happened when we went on tour. Yes, you read me right, tour. We went to several different churches performing our art, and made the long bus rides fun with our rowdy and rambunctiousness. I had, during this time period, decided to make a movie about my life up this point with the word waterboy in the title. So, for what seemed to be an eternity, the whole bus was helping me come up with prospective titles for this piece of cinematic history. But Adam Sandler came long and took my title from me. Thank you Adam, for crushing my dreams. However, thanks to love and support of my bus-mates we now have titles such as "Waterboy Jones and the Field House of Doom" "Gone with the Waterboy" and "The Waterboy Strikes Back." To this day I harbor a severe hatred of Mobile, Alabama but think fondly of the one trip when the haves and have nots got together for a common cause other than choir.
There are many more adventures of this group, especially the small group of us have nots that banded together and made this the best time of our teenage years. And you read this, please feel free to add more details. I'm sure I have left something out that is relevent (happens when we get up there, you know).
More stories to come. So stay tuned.
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