Reflections: The Beginning
This week I’ve decided to do five reflection posts, mostly for your benefit. Please, please, hold your applause ’til the end. This is to help you understand why I am so weird, exactly how I come up with so much random crap to post on here, and to really, truly understand my reasons for my beliefs and passion concerning paintball.
This story starts, as most stories do, at the beginning. Now, this beginning is neither a true universal beginning, nor even a decent beginning of a life. Well, perhaps it is the beginning of my life as it is today.
I was in 7th grade. The leaves were falling at a terrific rate, and two of my friends, twins, couldn’t wait to play some paintball. I went out and rented an A5 from the local store, with no idea how to operate it, let alone set it to 3-round burst. We had brilliant weather, and we all dressed in our cheap camo shirts and pants, ready for a days worth of paintball warring action.
That day, and the many days like it afterward, changed my outlook on everything completely. I became intensely wrapped up in a game that I didn’t even have the proper equipment for. I ended up renting or borrowing for over a year, until I finally had the money to buy possibly one of the most worthless gun packages ever.
From these humble roots sprouted a player who can now rattle off rules and regulations, ref, compete, and talk it up with the best.
However, I remember my roots, and always help a new guy or girl out. I still remember the first time I went to a field, little less than 3 years ago. As long as I remember that, I will always have time to help out.
September 26th, 2007 at 5:36 pm
I first played in 5th grade. I remember it like it was yesterday…
October 3rd, 2007 at 8:36 pm
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October 6th, 2007 at 12:11 pm
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October 7th, 2007 at 7:32 pm
I remember my first time, playing at a friends bachelor party. I had always wanted to play but this was my first chance. It started out slow with typical newbie mistakes. We closed out the day shooting up the groom. Later, we found out that his wife was mad that his skin was a polka dot color—all those welts and bruises. Heheh. What a wedding present we gave him.