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Interview with Richard Benson

Benson, Richard
Wilson, Wendi
Date of Interview: 
Childhood Adventures; Relationships with People and Places
Richard Benson recalls some of his childhood adventures.
Charlotte Narrative and Conversation Collection
Collection Description: 
Wendi Wilson interviews Charlotteans to collect stories for a class project at UNC Charlotte.
Interview Audio: 
WW (Wendi Wilson): -Project for my English class. This is, um, Richard that I'm going to be interviewing. I'm going to start now. Hi, Richard.
RB (Richard Benson): Hello Wendi.
WW: [Laughs] OK, so I understand that, um, you've lived in Charlotte, how long?
RB: For 30 years.
WW: 30 years. And you were going to tell me a story about your childhood?
RB: OK, I'll tell you a story about my childhood. There was a good friend that lived up the street from me, and, uh, he and I used to go out to this clubhouse all the time behind his house. His dad smoked cigarettes. And so at one day we were probably about seven, eight years old we got the wild idea we would take a whole carton of his Winston cigarettes, and we would smoke some cigarettes so we went out there. We smoked cigarettes, and smoked cigarettes, and smoked cigarettes. We didn't know what the heck we were doing, but it must have looked like the little clubhouse was on fire. So, my sister somehow got wind of it, and she was probably 13 at the time, and she sneaked up behind the clubhouse. She climbed over the fence rows between the yards, and she came up and, uh, of course snatched us out of there, told us smoking would stunt our growth. We knew we weren't going to be any taller than like three feet tall. So, another time the same friend and I were playing out in his backyard and the neighbor right behind him, had just finished painting his garage white. It was real nice and white, and my friend's dad had a, uh, had a garden in the back of the yard, and it had some nice, ripe tomatoes. So we were just standing there and we were looking at those tomatoes and wondering what them tomatoes would look like on the side of the garage that was just painted. So, we took and we threw tomatoes at that garage for probably 10 or 15 minutes and then finally the man that had just finished painting the garage, saw what was going on. He came over the fence, grabbed both of us, went and told my friend's dad, and we had to wash the whole garage off. So, we got in big trouble. So, that is the end of my story about my childhood. There is lots more that I could tell but it would take many, many tapes. So I'll stop right here.
WW: Thank you very much.
RB: You're welcome.