My “Secret Subject” is:
Tell a funny story from your childhood.It was submitted by the fabulous: http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ (Thank you for the fabulous subject!!! <3)
My childhood is not really something I talk about. I lived an eventfully mundane childhood. So much happened, and yet nothing happened. I moved a lot. I moved more before the age of eighteen, than most people move in eighty years. I have attended over ten schools. I have seen most of the United States and some of Canada.
I do not know that any memories stick out to me as particularly funny. I have a few that come to mind, but they are beyond embarrassing. My dad had a tendency to do some funny but mean things to me. I contemplated telling them, and decided I would tell a few of them. My pride is not very happy with me at the moment.
I wore overalls often. I loved them and my dad loved me in them. One time, he was tired of the straps coming unclasped, so he took pliers and tightened them closed. I needed to use the bathroom, and he had a grand time teasing me and took his sweet time loosening them. In the end, I pooped my pants. I think I was about nine years old. I am thirty-one, and he still teases me about it.
As a child, I could sleep very deeply, in odd positions, anywhere. It was my job to do the laundry. When I was about seven years old, I had been doing laundry all day. My method was to wash the laundry, hang it to dry, bring it in, and once it was all done, I would fold it and put it away. This one time I was nearly done, and was exhausted. I was a tiny thing back them (shocking, I know), and had decided to crawl on top of all the clean laundry (I had been piling it up on the couch) and take a nap. Apparently, I was sleeping very deeply. I woke up, and discovered my dad, our neighbors, and few cops talking loudly. It turns out my dad could not find me, I was not coming to the call of him yelling my name, and he thought I was gone. At least I was well rested and energized.
My dad had misplaced his house key, and he was helping my cousin Chris crawl through our kitchen window, so he could unlock the door. It was dark and my dad is an evil man. Chris bumped his head on the window, and my dad screamed at me "Julie run! Some big man just hit Chris in the head! Run fast! Let's get out of here!" My poor cousin was running around screaming, thinking some burglar was in the house going to kill him. At the time, I thought (knew) my dad was evil. Now, many years later, I giggle a bit as I type this, and remember my cousin's face.
There you go! A tiny bit of humor from my childhood. I'd love to hear some of your funny childhood stories! Please, share away!
Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/ The Bergham’s Life Chronicles
http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/ Confessions of a part-time working mom
http://www.silenceofthemom.blogspot.com Silence of the Mom
http://www.crumpetsandbollocks.com Crumpets and Bollocks
http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/ Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
Baahahaha, serves your Dad right! Not finding you when you were napping on the laundry pile was your accidental revenge for the overall strap incident!ReplyDelete
Thanks for making me smile - and please know that I'm smiling WITH you. OK?
Your dad had quite an interesting sense of humor, sounds like you had some fun times growing up and some unique memories now.ReplyDelete
On my 13th birthday, I had my first co-ed birthday party at my aunts house. My aunt told me to open her gift in the house and away from everyone else. I planned on it but somehow it got brought out to when I was opening everyone elses gifts.ReplyDelete
When I reached for her gift, she screeched and shook her head no while grasping for the box which I had just pulled the lid off of....and in her struggle to pull it out of my confused hands, we dumped my gift of pretty panties, satiny pretty, no days of the week on these panties all over my cake.
With my crush watching.
Then my uncle tried to help. But then he started squawking about having too sexy underwear at a young age while he delicately pulled the icing laden undies from my cake.
Not too terrible, but I still get reminded about it and get asked if I got any panties anytime my birthday rolls around :-)
My dad was A LOT like that!! He just couldn't help himself! LOL He was always pulling pranks and tricks.ReplyDelete
LOVE what you did with prompt!! Great job!!!
I think we all have those kinds of embarrassing moments.ReplyDelete
My older brothers once dressed me in nothing but a paper bag and put me on strike for them, all because they didn't want to eat what Mom had cooked for dinner. Ugh.
G'day! Great post that brightened my day via Spatulas On Parade!ReplyDelete
Cheers! Joanne @What's On The List
that is awesome...what a great laugh. Dads are great like that...good memoriesReplyDelete