Stangest thing I have eaten

The strangest thing that I have eaten was fish eggs. This might not seem that different except that I didn't eat it at a restaurant but straight from the fish itself in the wild. I was fishing with my dad, brother-in-law, and his dad in the High Uintas this summer. We had backpacked to this secluded lake and weren't having much success. Finally my dad caught a fish and took it back to camp where we proceeded to cook it. Once it was finished cooking my dad started to eat it. After a couple of bites he discovered that there were still eggs left in it. He invited me over and let me try some. At first I thought the idea was kind of disgusting but, after tasting them they turned out to be pretty good.

It's ok to be a kid

Even though I am in college now I believe it is still o.k. to revert back to our younger ways. What I mean is every time I go to the Creamery on ninth to order a meal I always get the kids meal. My roommate and I have been doing this all year and find it the best meal they have there. Yes I feel kind of awkward in my 6'2'', 175 lbs, 19 year old frame asking for the kids meal, but the amount of food that comes with the meal easily overshadows this humiliation. Never have I become more full from a kids meal. I figure that as long as I live and still go to the Creamery, I will continue being a kid.

My name is Adam. I am from Mt. Pleasant, Michigan, born and raised. I am nineteen years old and am a freshman at BYU. I am the son of Roger and Louise, and the brother of Mari, Austin and Emily. I am an Athletic Training major and want to be a physical therapist. I am really into sports and was on a state championship baseball team when I was in high school. I eat a lot of Top Ramen and peanut butter now that I am in college. I have always wanted to go to BYU since I was a little kid and am really enjoying my first year. I am currently living in Heritage Halls. Yesterday I was preparing my staple diet, Top Ramen, by tossing it in the microwave. I left it in there for three minutes and then went the next door apartment to hang out. After a couple of minutes my R.A. came in and asked, "who made Ramen," I said that I had and he beckoned me into the kitchen. Once I entered the kitchen I was hit with fumes of burnt Ramen. I looked in the microwave and saw my ramen noodles charred and smoldering. I had forget to put in the water. I quickly through the bowl into the sink where it cooled with a sizzling steam. Out apartment now smells a little funny and we are still trying to air out the kitchen. I learned my lesson that I should always add water to my ramen or I will stink up the entire hall.