Monday, July 17, 2006

Memory Lane

The other day I was sharing some of my childhood memories with the infamous Mr K & then started wondering what crazy stunts my blogging friends could share....go ahead, 'fess up! *s* Below are a few of mine.

I think the silliest thing I did as a child was attempting to walk across hot coals barefoot. After watching a documentary about the people in India doing it without any burns, my brother(I only had 1 at the time) & sisters decided we would give it a go. Needless to say, we all suffered burns on our feet & had to go shoeless for quite some time!

Then there was the time one winter my brother & I were dancing with the broom as a dance partner --- just having some fun. Well, one of us (can't recall which) tripped & the broom broke the living room window. Yikes...Dad hit the roof!! He would not allow us to stand by the stove for warmth as part of our punishment but while the rest of me was cold, my seat was really warm! LOL I think that was the last time dad spanked me.

This is not really a stunt & it is kinda bittersweet I think but I will share it too. My dad was a very hard worker & always managed to provide for his family but during the depression, it must have been more difficult for him & I wished I had been more aware but I was just a child. During the summer months, we all went barefoot but each winter, dad always made sure we had a new pair of shoes for school & he would burn our old ones in the wood burning stove, Well, one year I watched him do it & must have decided it looked like fun or something so later that day, I threw my new shoes in the stove!
To my dad's credit, he found it funny & even laughed about it but I am sure he was saddened too. Fortunately, a friend gave me another pair of shoes for school...and believe me, I never did that again!

12 Comments:

At 8:08 AM, Blogger Wystful1 said...

What a fun girl you were! Hey, all those antics sound like a good deal of fun AND skills!!! LOLOLOL

Okay, you want us to share some of our stuff we did that was 'stupid'? Well, not stupid in so many words, but typical of what kids will do?!!

Here's mine:

As you know I have 3 older brothers, and one older sister, me being the youngest of 5 kids---
I've always been close to my sister, we shared a room! And she was so gullible, I could scare her to no end at night. One night while we were laying trying to fall asleep---I whispered "Did you hear that? Outside our window just now?"......the story goes on and on, and I had her literally screaming in the night!!! Of course, as I lay in the dark giggling in silence...she was sooooooooo easy!!!

Then, I being the younger sister of the brothers, I remember one day they were working on their weights. The big macho men they were....*snort* And I snitched one piece of their equipment and ran indoors (knowing all to well that that stuff wasn't allowed in the house-------hmmmm, you wonder why?) Well, the one I grabbed and ran off with was one of those springy things with two handles and you stretched it with all your might to build your arm strength---horizontally across the chest? I sat on the sofa, doing my thing to show up the brothers, and it just snapped outta my hand....how the heck did that happen? roflmao.

RIGHT INTO THE HUGE PICTURE WINDOW!!!!!

Needless to say I didn't have an allowance for months --- dang.

And I didn't stop there, I tried it again months afterward and it flew up in the ceiling fan!!! Luckily it was winter and it wasn't operating so just a nick on the blade!!!

Oh what a terror I was at times!!!

 
At 8:17 AM, Blogger Reverberate58 said...

Let's see as kids the 4 sibs and I could really get in trouble.

I remember the time we all took turns jumping off the roof. We were trying to see who could jump out farther! No broken bones but our butts were sore!!

Then the time my older brother was lighting cattails on fire by dripping them into a gasoline can. He dipped gas as he walked from the can then lit the cattail. The gas followed the trail all the way to the can blew it up and set the scrappile on fire! Thought for sure Dad was going to kill us that day!

Then there was the time the boys were jumping into the pond and couldn't swim. They got lessons after that one!

We spent lots of time in trouble, grounded or just sitting in corners staring at each other for fighting!

 
At 9:10 AM, Blogger Carmen said...

Some friends dared me to dive into the pool without any hands. It was kind of like follow the leader. I hit my head on the bottom. There is a God cuz I'm not paralyzed for doing something that stupid. I'd like to go back to my younger self and smack me. :)

 
At 10:41 AM, Blogger Pink Chihuahua Princess said...

What a sweet man is your daddy! Just laughing it off like that...even I can feel the love in that story through the computer.

I don't think I have any cool stories like that. Let me think about it and get back to you.

 
At 1:05 PM, Blogger PJ said...

One summer the all the neighborhood kids played "easy rider" on our bikes.
Man, the stuff we tried and I do mean "tried" to jump over.
LOL

 
At 3:36 PM, Blogger FRIDAY'S CHILD said...

Very typical of a naughtly little girl.
Thanks for dropping by.

 
At 4:22 PM, Blogger Pink Chihuahua Princess said...

Okay, I think I've come up with something. When I was in elementary school I was playing in my back yard with a boy a few years younger than me that lived a few doors down. My mother had this statue that she loved, and I saw him climbing on it.

Now, this is the part of the story where you need to know that I have this really weird thing about being thirsty. Its a feeling worse than pain to me. So, I'm sucking down some water and even though I see him climing the breakable statue my young child thirst drive will not let me stop swallowing to yell at him to stop.

Well it all came tumbling down from there. I can't really remember if my mom was mad or not.

 
At 6:10 PM, Anonymous eph2810 said...

Oh, Chi. Some great memories and bittersweet indeed.
Well, one thing I do remember when I was a little girl (well, there more than just one, but...). Anyway:
I used to invite our neighbors over for coffee and my Mom didn't know about it. Can you imagine the surprise my Mom had when our neighbors stood in front of our door with a cake and they were all jolly to have coffee and cake with my Mom - hehe...We still laugh about that one.
Thanks again for sharing with us your memories.:)

 
At 8:12 PM, Blogger Tigersan said...

The shoe story is very cute :)

For me, there was this one time when me had to cross a stream that had 3 stepping stones to get across... me thought I could make it across without using the stones!

 
At 8:50 PM, Blogger PowersTwinB said...

I really should write a book about the antics of 6 kids, and being the instigators, with my twin, being we were the oldest. Here's a particular favorite...Twin and I were about 9 years old...and it was Easter Sunday morning, before the parents got up (of course lol)...well, mom had "sponge rollers" in all of our hair (I have 4 sisters, all within 5 years). Mom had the rollers up in a pony tail on top of our heads, all she had to do was take out our rollers, and wowser, we had beautiful bouncy long tendrils! But not this Easter...Bobbie (my twin) convinced me to play "barber shop/beaty shop" and pretended to "snip" off my hair, only she FOR real cut my pony tail off the top of my head! When mom got out of bed, she screamed so loud, "how could we do THAT on Easter Sunday before church!?"...so she set twin down and CUT her pony tail off...being identical twins, we had to have identical shags on our heads!..lol...there must be hundreds of stories I could share about the mischief I've seen and been a part of! lol....

 
At 12:25 AM, Blogger Connie and Rob said...

Love your shoe story and now I love your dad!

All I can remember is that I decided it would be wonderful to cut my own hair and have an original hairdo...oh my I did. I had to wear a hat till it grew enough to get it cut again.lol

Take care,
Connie

 
At 12:24 PM, Blogger Melli said...

Ohhhhhh my LORD Chi! You were really a rascal! And your NEW shoes... oh your dad probably wanted to cry! Figured he'd laugh instead...

Boy... I don't remember ANYTHING like this! I was the youngest of 7 and I had a lot of pranks played ON me... but I don't remember me doing anything. I really DO have a bad rememberer though...*sigh*

 

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