I received this on MySpace. It originated from a 14 year old in California. Here are the instructions which were sent along with the survey:

"The longest survey you'll ever fill out! Do the world a favor: Fill it out and post it for all your friends. Do this because the person who sent it to you didn't sit here for ages for nothing. Answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff."

So... I'm going to do my best... of course, I'm a 59 year old man, Jim... is anyone named "Jim" these days? I think it's always "James", if at all. I can't recall what would have been the answers to these questions when I was fourteen... nor would I have had any idea, at 14, what the answers would be at my current age. Neither the man knows the boy, nor does the boy know the man.

In the spirit in which I was instructed by Kahli, I'm going to answer the questions honestly, no lying... and I'm not going to be ironic or sarcastic.

Name: Jim
Sisters: One
Brothers: Two
Shoe size: 11 EE
Height: 5' 9"

What are you wearing right now? 

A burgandy and grey "Cadillac" shirt, Levi's 501, boxers and socks.
Favorite Number: 4
Favorite Drink: Spritzer -- Club soda with fruit juice on ice.
Favorite Month: April
Favorite Breakfast: Eggs over easy, hash-browns nice and crispy, Health Nut toast, spicy patty sausage and coffee with half and half. If this breakfast is served at The Waffle House, a pecan waffle on the side.

***********Have You Ever*****************

Loved someone so much it made you cry?
OMG... yes... many times. I love my wife so much it brings tears to my eyes daily. I'm the luckiest man in the world. 
Often, my love for my three kids has brought tears to my eyes... sometimes tears of joy, sometimes tears of pain... more often, joy. 
I loved my parents -- when they died I cried like there was no tomorrow. 
I cried when my friend, Stella Boes, died just a couple of months ago. 
I loved my cats, Dharma, Abby, Buckley and Black Jack and I think it was love that brought on the tears when they died.... and I love our four cats and occasionally find little tears in my eyes when they love back.
I've learned that the price of love is the pain of grief.

Broken a bone:
Little ones and maybe cracked a rib. I think I broke my toe when I was about 8 years old... today, it hurts like hell sometimes. I wish I had not broken it. I suspect my nose was broken... I can't imagine that I was actually born with such a lumpy nose. I was hit in the face with baseballs several times. When I was in grade school and junior high, I think I was in numerous fights, though these were mainly mini-wrestling matches. One time, a neighborhood kid named Jim Seaton and I put on boxing gloves and were sparing. I punched him in the nose, it began bleeding and he started crying. It made me feel terrible and I really didn't want to do that again.

Been in a police car:
Well, yeah... but I've never been hand-cuffed in the back of one. I do everything I can to stay out of jail... not like this is really difficult. I just don't like the idea of some burley meat heads taking control of my freedom. Out of jail is good... in jail, bad.

Been on a boat:
I spent several days on an aircraft carrier while crewing for a movie. We then went to a destroyer for a few more days. Aircraft carriers are better than destroyers, as far as creature comfort goes. In the crew bunks on the destroyer, you have to get out of bed to turn over... the butt of the guy above is just inches over your face! Submarines are the worst. Space is at a premium and some stay submerged for weeks at a time. On the other hand, they get the best food.

My dad liked to fish. When I was a kid, we'd go fishing with my Uncle George in and around Grand Lake of the Cherokee's in Oklahoma. George was sort of a local celebrity. I think he did a fishing report in Joplin Missouri on AM radio -- one of those call-in things. When we'd go fishing with Uncle George, it was like the fish would jump into the boat. When we went independently, I don't recall every catching anything. It's nice, though... quiet and meditative. 

Came close to dyin:
When I was about 19 years old, my band went to Colorado to play at a club in Estes Park for a week. We went out hiking from the motel where we were staying. Idiot that I could be, I climbed down to a small ledge... only to realize there was no way back up and the way down was a sheer 250 foot drop. I might have been the first time I was in a "hey, this is not Disney Land... I could die" situation. Since then, I've had many near misses on the highway, and lots of situations where only later you might realize you were walkin' in the shadow of death. Truth is, we all come close to dyin' every day -- we just don't know how close or how far.

Been in a hot tub:
I've been in hot water MANY times. But, yes, I've been in a hot tub. Makes your fingers and toes wrinkle. Personally, I greatly prefer the sauna. Also, I had the priviledge to go through a Sioux sweat lodge ceremony... and believe me, this makes the hot tub seem like a warm puddle. I can't really express the intensity of the heat, the power of the pipe-carrier's songs, the vividness of the visions.

Swam in the ocean:
Swimming for me is staying alive in the water. I've stayed alive in the Pacfic from Southern California, Hawaii, South Korea... the Atlantic at the Jersey shore, Maine, Florida, Brazil, Mexico... the Gulf of Mexica... never set a foot in the Indian Ocean or the Artic Ocean.

Fallen asleep in school:
When I was a senior in college, I had to take an advanced, graduate level statistics course. The teacher was my major advisor... later, his son was a best friend of my oldest son. I not only went to sleep in class almost every day, but I also sat in the front row. I aced the course... I don't know how. School is, in general, really boring and sleep is the best way to get through many classes, IMHO.

Broken some one's heart:
I'm afraid so... and my hearts been broken, time and time again. As Steve Earle says, I got me a fearless heart.

Cried when someone died:
See above under "loved so much you cried."

Fell off your chair:
In school, I was a leaner... it just felt good to lean back in those school chairs. And it was best when you could hit that precarious balancing point. So... yep... I fell, oh, say, a hundred times. I don't remember falling off chairs much in adult life... but I have fallen off a bar stool, though I'm really not all that proud of this.

Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:
I have experienced nights that seemed like years... where the echo of the clocks tick decay for what seem like hours. When one of my kids was even a few minutes late, I'd begin to worry... if they were an hour late, then time would begin to drag. A parent's worst fear is something happening to one of their kids and until you've waited by the phone for news of your kid's safety, you can't know this feeling. Also guaranteed to slow time down to a crawl... medical test results.... yeetch.

Saved e-mails:
Yikes... I get about 450 emails a day... I can't deal with 'em all, so some, I just save for later. Other's, I save for future reference. Many get saved by default... I never get the chance to go back and see if they can be safely deleted. 

Been cheated on:
Yes. I recall when my high school girlfriend went to summer camp. Somehow, I learned that she'd had a dalliance with a boy at the camp... I think his name was Buzz! She'd kissed him. She was my first really long lasting, deep relationship. We wrote "I love you" notes back and forth, had a pretty extensive physical thing, and talked openly about marriage after college. I was devastated by this breach of faith. It seemed to negate everything we'd exchanged between us. The following fall, I just started asking another girl out... I fell head over heals for her. I dealt with this by simply ignoring girl number one... never talked to her about it, never fessed up... just nothing. (See above... "broken someone's heart").

Three times in my life, I've been on the short end of the cheatin' stick. Never again... never again.