Gage and I used to be best friends throughout elementary through most of high school. I have millions of memories of adventures Gage and I experienced, but I figured I would just share the one that sticks out most in my mind when I think about my time with Gage.
When we were in 7th grade my family moved to Houston, Texas. I was super sad because all* (*I didn't have many friends besides Gage) were in Kansas. A couple months after settling in I found out that my parents arranged for Gage to come hang out with me for a couple weeks. I was beyond excited. Gage was the guy who got me into all the high adrenaline sports I played: racing ATVS, hockey (I remember everyone on the other teams was afraid of Gage because he was so competitive and aggressive), and playing paintball. The neighborhood I moved into in Texas was great for all of those activities.
One day we decided to "ride around". If any of you really knew Gage "riding around" was more like "lets find the most insane, stupid shit to do and lets try it." So, we come up to this huge mud bank and Im pretty skeptical. The mud in Texas is extremely thick and really hard to get out of. Gage decides to give it a shot. He's on my father's brand new Yamaha Kodiac,a big fuckin' rig, and prepares to blast through the bank. Right when he hits it he flys over the bars because the mud was so thick. Laughing, I tell him to keep going. He jumps back on and realizes he isn't going anywhere. The quad is starting to sink in the mud. Naturally we both start freaking out. We both jump in the mud and try to push/hold the ATV up. Nothing. Finally Im like damn dude, were going to have to call my dad and get his truck to pull it out. Mind you, Gage was about 15 at the time and Im 14. He comes and is obviously super pissed. Gage and I get a 30 minute lecture on how careless we are... yada yada... kind of typical for Gage and I to get those talks when we hung out together. He starts to try to pull it out and breaks off the bumper of his truck and his ATV. At this point my father is raging mad. I look over at Gage and we both kind of have smirks on our faces. Eventually we get it out, get lectured more, then probably went and played paintball in the woods.
Gage was a huge part of my life. He was my only friend for a long time in my earlier years. Im going to miss him for his crazy, free-sprirted antics. Going to miss sneaking into old building and having awesome adventures. Hope to see you later Gage. I love you dude. I hope you found peace.