things you did when you were a kid...
 

after a great day of 420. and doing very weird things like having a staring contest with the fraternity pet turtle, i thought about the stupidest thing i did as a kid. here it is...

...my mom always told me when i was a kid that I would make a beautiful girl beacuse I had the longest curliest eyelashes in the world. YOU DO NOT TELL YOUR 10 year old SON THIS. DO NOT EVER DO THAT. And so my mom also was a girlscout troop leader (yes, I pimped the brownie chicks...i was 10, they were 10...they wuold come over. i would pimp) anyways my mom wuold tell them that i had beautiful curly long eyelashes. SO WHAT DO THESE LITTLE girls do? Yeah you guessed it...AGREEEED and gave me the hardest time.

i still have the memories....

" oooh we shuold spell bobby's name with an IE. He would make a beautiful girl... ahhhhhh"

so what do i do? you guessed it. I CUT HALF MY EYELASHES OFF

HOLEY COW do I regret. My mom had a COW when I did that. And i told her,

" mommy, i dont want you to say i would be a beautiful girl!!!"

anyways, to this day my mom is still angry i did that. hell even i am. and those girls always gave me a hard time in HS...saying that I had the nicest eyelashes in the world as a kid.

now in college, the honey dig long eyelashes on guys. and i keep thinkin to myself....DAMMIT

ok theres my storie. your turn!

OMG!!! Woah!

I'll have to think about this one...

banana splits at woolworth. wicked good.

When I was about 5 or 6 or so, I'd copy my daddy and walk around the house without my shirt on. My mom was greatly disturbed by this because she thought I had a fetish with being naked.

Daddy took me aside and told me that little girls shouldn't be walking around without their shirts on and I cried for days because I didn't think it was fair for boys to be able to do that. I think I got over it when I was 8.

I also had a habit of flicking my boogers onto my brother and sisters. You don't even want to know what I did when I had a runny nose.

And then there was the time when I was about 10 and I let our dog (Rest in Peace, Makamae) piss on my brother's bed. I didn't tell him. He was stupid enough to not notice the smell that effing idiot.

Yeah that reminds me. I did that. I never understood why guys could walk around without a shirt and girls couldn't.

At my preschool they used to let the guys take off their shirts in the afternoon and girls could take their shoes off on certain days. I used to always ask why we couldn't.

As a kid I always wanted to try and pee like a boy. My mom found me one day trying to pee on a tree and all that I accomplished was peeing into my snowsuit. I still get teased about this to this very day.

I was a weird little kid with even weirder friends. LOL We made up this game where we put paper bags over our heads, spun around until we were crazy dizzy, and walk around until whoever was "It" said to stop, and then we'd take the bags off to see where the heck we ended up. It was great fun, until I fell into a thorn bush. Oops. Yeah, pulling dozens of thorns out of my skin was NOT fun.

i never liked taking my shots when I was little. Every time a meal came around and my mom needed to give me my insulin, i would run and hide in the back of her closet behind all of her shoes in the hopes that she wouldn't find me. the dumb thing was that i ALWAYS hid there... so she always found me.

i once got scolded by my kindergarden teacher because i had a crush on a boy in my class and apparently I kissed him on the playground. I got a big speech in front of the whole class about how I was not supposed to have a boyfriend until high school. (haha... i had one in 7th grade...)

wasn't really a kid, but at 13, my friend and i wanted to see The Crow 2. Since they wouldn't let us in as is to an R movie, we met up 2 hours before the movie, put on dark lipstick and attempted to look like freaks so no one would bother asking us our age. Of course since I have this weird cute factor, my friend couldn't make me look like a freak with all the makeup in the world. She had to buy the tickets while I stood to the side so no one would see me. We still saw it though.

My parents bought fishsticks for dinner all the time because my two older sisters LOVED them. I HATED them so I would throw them behind the stove. "No one will find them there! " I would think to myself. And then my parents would be doing the weekly cleaning and find them. "WHO PUT THESE FISHSTICKS BEHIND THE STOVE?!?!?! Fishsticks do not grow on trees! Now, who did this?!?!" Of course, I would innocently reply, "Not me. I don't know who did it."

It was a vicious cycle until my parents figured it out and stopped buying fishsticks.

Once I swallowed a rock from a set of polished stones. I wanted to see what rocks tasted like, so I put it in my mouth. I was about to spit it out, when it slipped down my throat. I was so scared I didn't tell my parents. And then I just sort of forgot about it until my dad was looking for it.

Oooh and I went through this stage where I to see if I could turn myself into a reptile, so I kept sticking my tongue out "to breathe." Then one day, I was doing it on the school bus while looking out the window. There's this guy in his car making faces back at me. That curbed that habit.

(I've got bunches of stories like this - I was *quite* the child!)

During the summer I used to spend weeks at a time at my cousins' ranch. We used to get really bored on the ranch at night because my aunt wouldnt let my cousins watch tv or play video games much. So we had this video camera and we made a music video for some Reba McIntyre (sp?) song and I dressed in drag as Reba.

I was like 10 at the time and now on the holidays when I meet up with family there they always threaten to take the tape out and play it in front of everyone... so embarrassing


How come your eyelashes didn't grow back?

Playing TV Tag and Freeze Tag on a sunny afternoon.
:)
Silver

Peas-Hated them. We used to put them in the milk carton until the nuns spotted us. After that we'd shovel them in our mouths and in one swallow, gulp them down so we didn't have to chew.

I thought I could talk to horses so whenever I saw one I would neigh at it.

Around 6th grade (all for the sake of a HUGE crush) I bought a swim suit with "cups" formed. They seemed pretty solid when I bought it, but after I jumped in the water-they went totally concave.:o There were a few incidents with toilet tissue...


Teather ball and 4 square

pansed my kid brother in front of his friends. race car undies....

There are numerous stories that my parents (dad especially) love to remind me of whenever they possibly can, because it's fun to emabarass your daughter. This is the family favorite by far however....
I have a sister who's five years older than I am, and we went to Catholic grade school growing up. The convent was located next door to the school building and this is where the music teacher, also the piano teacher gave lessons after school. When I was three, and my sister was eight, my parents weren't able to find a sitter for parent teacher conferences so they had to bring me along with.
For almost the entire night I was very well behaved, as good as you can be when you're three anyway. But the final stop of the night was at the convent to visit with the piano teacher and as my parents were hearing all about the wonderful progress of my sister, I sat there and I must have had a questioning look on my fast. By this time I was probably getting bored, I dunno. Anyway, the nun decided to bring me into the conversation by asking me some things. So I asked her a question back. I asked her, "Who do you sleep with at night?" My parents were mortified (I don't remember this, they tell me this) and they quickly decided that it was time for us to go. And while it doesn't seem like much now, after hearing the story so many times, I really wish 3 year old me wouldn't have said anything.

When I was little I hated milk. This is a good thing because we discovered 6 years ago I'm allergic. But I digress...My parents never believe in force feeding, thinking it would lead to eating disorders. My Nana was a little more old school. She felt children should drink at least 1 glass of milk per day. To force me to drink milk she'd reward me w/ an equal amount of beer. You've never seen anyone chug milk so fast, especially for a 5 year old! Thankfully, I no longer am forced to drink milk and I don't have any problems w/ alcohol. :p