A couple of weeks ago, my children and I were going for a bike ride. As I waited at the end of the driveway, my three kids came trekking down the hill of our back yard, moving toward the driveway. They were so excited! The problem, though, is at the bottom of the hill, you have to turn left a bit to stay on the driveway--straight ahead is a shallow creek with a large drop-off. I think you see where this is going! Mallory was trying to keep up with her big brothers and totally forgot how to use the brakes on her bike. Before I could stop her, she went headfirst straight into the creek and face-planted over the handlebars right into the muddy creek! Being the mom I am who remembered my husband had just killed a copperhead in said creek the day before, I flew to the creek and grabbed Mallory (nearly falling down that drop-off myself). Yes, she was crying. Yes, she was being very dramatic, Yes, she was a muddy mess. Yes, she has long hair that was caked in mud and small rocks. Yes, she was scraped up. And, yes, I took a picture! When I realized she was fine except for some scratches, I knew she would one day laugh at herself for trying to keep up with her brothers. So, I grabbed my not-so-smart phone and took a picture with its not-so-good camera. This picture is the end result :) Yes, she did laugh when she saw her face (before we washed her hair four different times!).
I'm sure most of you did something really stupid during your childhood--maybe something careless--but something that you now can laugh about. Post a comment telling me about something careless or mindless you did as a child, but something that is actually funny although it may not have been very funny to you at the time. Be sure your comment is well-written with at least 4 good sentences. If you post an appropriate comment by Tuesday, September 18, at 4:00 pm, you will receive extra credit. Happy memories!
This story is really gross, but keep in mind that I was in kindergarten. I remember doing an art project involving liquid glue. Our teacher told us to go wash our hands because we all had glue everywhere. As I was walking to the sink, I glanced down at my hands, and, without thinking, licked my finger that had liquid glue all over it. I quickly ran and spit it out in the sink. I still don't know what I was thinking when I did that.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was five my Aunt and I had the great idea to cut down our own Christmas tree. I was so excited as we loaded up on the John Deere and drove into the woods behind our house. My aunt told me to stay on the tractor and she was would start cutting down the tree. Being the curious and somewhat rebellious child I was, I decided to "push buttons". I pushed a few switches and pulled some gears; then all of a sudden, the tractor start moving! Worst of all, I was headed directly for a pond! I screamed for help and, just in time, my Aunt heard me. She dropped the axe and ran over to pull me out of the pond. I got in trouble, nothing new, and also found out I was allergic to pine trees. :/
ReplyDeleteThe day I took my passed my permit test (yes, I passed), we went to eat to celebrate. After out delicious meal, he was going to let me drive home from the restaurant as a real test to see how I could drive. After getting all situated in the car, my dad asked me to press the gas and press the brake to make sure that I had the pedals down before we left the parking lot. Of course being the blonde that I am (sometimes), I pressed the gas when he had said to press the break, causing the engine to rev up to 3,000 rpms. At the time, it was a big red flag whether my dad should let me drive or not. Looking back on it, it was funny and we have something to laugh at! :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I was little, my best friend Allie and I didn't like playing indoors. We wanted to be exploring outside in the warm, sunny weather. So one day while my mother wasn't paying much attention to us, we grabbed a Barbie suitcase and stuffed it full of all the essentials: Teddy Grahams and Fruit by the Foot. We were ready to hit the road. We embarked down the golf cart path behind my house. Thankfully, some responsible golfers found the two of us before we got too far, and they proceeded to return us to my house. We found my mother in a frantic tizzy; she thought she had lost two kids in one day! Looking back, I wasn't adequately prepared for an adventure like that--I forgot to pack the Gushers!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in elementary school, someone in my class invited everyone in our class to come to their farm for a party. Everybody who was anybody was there. I was having tons of fun, and so was everyone else. Then came the moment we had all been waiting for, they had tractor rides. The tractor was hitched to a hay wagon, and we got to ride in it. I sat in the the back of the wagon having the time of my life. Then, I got a real bright idea. I decided to stand up in the wagon. It would have been alright if the tractor had not hit a bump and made me lose my balance. I fell to the ground and went splat. I burst out crying and one of the parents rushed to where I was to see if i was alright. Thanks to my hard head I survived with only minimal brain damage. I learned an important lesson that day. Keep your hands, feet, and body inside the vehicle at all times.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was playing church league basketball in eighth grade, I got a concussion in the first half by getting an elbow to the head. I had no idea that I had a concussion and just thought allergies were clouding my vision and fatigue was causing me to not focus so I continued to play the whole game with no breaks. In the last ten seconds of the game, we were down by 3. I shot a 3 pointer from the corner and thought that I had shot it towards the goal but ended up hitting the air vent right above me. After the game, I was looked at by one of my friend's dads and he told me that I had a concussion. Later once my thinking actually came back to me, I realized that playing with a concussion could have killed me had I been hit again.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was five, we had a lot of trees cut down one day. During all the commotion of cutting down trees, my uncle,Todd, had to go run an errand so he took my mom's van. When he got back, he parked at the top of our driveway. For those of you who don't know which is most of you, my driveway starts at the top of a hill and slants downward and to the left towards my house. Now back to the story, I got into the driver's seat after he parked the van. Since I was in the driver's seat, I started to pretend like I was driving. When I was five, driving was turning the steering wheel back and forth as hard and as fast as I could while making car noises. The van started to inch forward, since I was turning the wheels so fast,and eventually it started to gain speed. Then I nailed into the garage doors and the brick median separating the to doors. When I remember this story I can't help but laughing.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in the fourth grade I spent a snowday with my friend Will. We began throwing snowballs at cars passing by, most of the drivers found it ammusing. A young woman drove by and of course we drilled her car with snow. We were shocked when she slammed on her brakes, jumped out of he car, and began swearing at us. Long story short, we ended up buying her a new winshield due to the damage we supposedly caused.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger(about 6 or 7 years old), we had a few goats. There was this particular baby goat that I loved and I tried to take it everywhere I went. One day, my mother told me to take it out to the pasture so it could eat, but I decided not to listen to her. I picked a bunch of leaves off of a tree and decided to feed the goat with the leaves one by one. When it got close to the last leaf, I put my finger a bit to close to the goat's mouth, and sure enough *CHOMP* the goat bit my finger. It hurt for days!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in kindergarten, I enjoyed going exploring. One day as I was adventuring around my house, I noticed a small hole in the ditch across from my house. After watching the hole for a minute or two, I saw a what I thought was a "flying ant" fly into the hole. So,I get the idea to shove a plastic bat I was holding down the hole blocking it up, and I did just that. As soon as I took the bat out, three yellow jackets flew out of the hole and attacked me. When they did, I took off crying and screaming for help. Needless to say, I have hated bugs that sting since that day.
ReplyDeleteOne time, my family went camping with some friends. When Nancy and I were coasting along on our bikes one day, I decided to show off by riding through the grass. Nancy warned me to stay on the path, but, of course, I didn't listen to her. After being in the grass for just a few seconds, my front wheel caught on a rock, and I flipped over the handles like a gymnast on a bar. Nancy couldn't stop laughing, but I was furious. Looking back now, I guess it was really funny, but it made me look really stupid.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was around five or six years old, I started to learn how to ride bikes. Of course, I started with the extra two wheels attached on the back. At first it was fun and exciting, but after about two weeks of practicing, I decided that I was ready to take them off. My mom was a little skeptical, but I begged and begged so she took them off. I decided to go down the biggest hill in our neighborhood. As I was going down the hill, I gained so much speed that I panicked and forgot how to steer the bike, so I crashed with a parked truck. Afterwards, I decided it was best to keep the extra wheels on the back.
ReplyDeletewhen I was about nine my brother, sister,and I were out riding our bikes one day when we saw a ditch. My brother and sister were arguing and daring each other to jump the ditch. So I decided to step up to the challenge and look cool so i say,"I'll jump it." They both looked at me unexpectedly and said ok. So I, on my Barbie bike with pink tassels, backed up and took off as fast as my legs could peddle up to the ditch. To my dismay my bike went forward and I ended up doing a face-plant in the ditch. My brother and sister drop their bikes and ran over to me. Before they could say anything I quickly stood up and said "I'm okay!" That was my first and last time trying to jump a ditch to impress my brother and sister.
ReplyDeleteA couple of summers ago, my best friend Kylie and I were staying home alone at her house. We decided that it would be fun to go to Waffle House around two in the morning. After talking to some colorful characters and eating chocolate chip waffles,we decided to head back home. We arrived at her house safe and sound, only to realize that we had locked the doors and forgotten the key. Knowing we couldn’t call her mother because then we would be in trouble, we found an open window. Of course all of the windows on the first floor were locked, but luckily the upstairs window was cracked. The only problem was that we couldn’t get onto the roof because it was at least fifteen feet high. Naturally, we decided to go to Walmart and buy a ladder. We came back, only to find that our new ladder wouldn’t extend tall enough, so we took it back to exchange it. The nice employees of Walmart explained to us that it wasn’t broken; we just had to break the seal to extend the ladder. Kylie and I both felt really stupid,and a little nervous that we wouldn't be able to get inside. On our way back home for the third time, it began to rain. We eventually got the ladder set up, but by then it was going on 5 a.m. In the pouring rain, I crawled up the ladder, onto the roof, and threw the window. After I let Kylie inside, we were so exhausted that we went straight to bed—mission accomplished. At the time, our night was very stressful, but now I think it was hilarious.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a restless two-year-old, my mom decided to take me to Walmart so that she could do some shopping. Like any two-year-old boy who has been forced to go shopping with his mother, I quickly got bored, so I decided to explore the store while my mom was checking out. I came upon the emergency exit doors, the doors that set off a shrieking alarm whenever you open them. Being the curious soul that I was, I decided to open the doors in order to see what was behind them. I didn't find anything behind the door, but I did get an earful of a very loud alarm, as did everyone else who was shopping at the store. I am not exactly sure what happened after this, but I have a feeling that my mom was not very happy about the whole situation. Fourteen years later, I have yet to set off another alarm and wreak panic through another shopping center.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in preschool, I always loved playing on the playgound. There was one particular place where all the kids loved to jump off the playset into the gravel that was about 3-4 feet above the ground. Of course, it seemed a lot bigger in those days. One day, I was being chased on the playset when I suddenly approached this jump off spot. I braved up my courage to jump as far as I could. When I landed, the impact was so tremendous that I landed in a cannonball-like position (head near the knees). It just so happened that my mouth was also open during the flight, and my teeth ended up sinking into my right knee. The teacher came and picked me up and escorted me to the water fountain to clean off the blood. I wasn't too happy then, but now I think it is funny.
ReplyDeleteAbout four years ago, my youth group and I went to a camp for our annual fall retreat. One particular day, my friends and I decided to go canoeing (which isn't the best idea in the middle of October). One minute, I remember trying to balance the canoe, the next, I remember flipping the canoe over and landing in the cold, murky, lake water. Of course, the canoe had landed on top of me. After about ten seconds of struggling with the capsized canoe, my friends finally pulled me away from its clutches. When we had finally gotten the canoe out of the lake, we had to walk for about five to ten minutes to the cabin in the cold October weather. Needless to say, that was the last time I went canoeing.
ReplyDeleteThe memory I have is not that clear to tell you how old I was, but I know I was old enough to walk. At the time, Tony Hawk was the coolest person in my mind. I do not remember why though. I remember watching TV, and seeing him do the coolest tricks on a skateboard. I begged my mom for a skateboard. She was like, "I will let you use mine from when I was younger." She knew the want of a skateboard was not going to last long. Well, I was at my grandparent's house in their driveway. I guess this was a monumental event. My grandaddy took pictures! I got on the skateboard, and my mom and nana helped me balance on the first trip down the driveway. I was like, " this is easy!" I fought hard for them to let me do it by myself. They got tired, and just gave in. It was not as easy as I thought. I believed I moved an inch, and the skateboard slipt out from under me. I busted my butt, and tears came flooding out of my eyes. My mom and nana came running, and started laughing and were like "I told you so." I never tried to skateboard again.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was about three or four years old, I would always play with my neighbor Jared. We would do so many stupid things even after we were told not to. On one particular day, we decided that it would be so cool and fun to jump off of the waterbed upstairs. After successfully completing a few jumps, Jared thought that it was time for us to stop. I, being a major dare devil, decided to go for one last jump. I ended up sticking the landing perfectly but things didn't go so well for my friend. I landed directly onto his arm and broke it. I think I cried more than he did. It was a disaster. However, Jared was healed up in no time and we went back to doing more stupid things. Needless to say, this was an unforgettable childhood memory.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a young lad of an age i don't recall, I stuck my tongue to the inside of the freezer door. I dont remember how old I was, but i do know that i was a little taller than 3'4" since that's about where my tongue came to on the middle of the freezer door. The only explanation I have for this senseless act of licking a freezer, is the fact that i love the fresh cool air that is emitted from it. I really wanted to see if it tasted the same as it felt on my face. So, as any other youngling would do, I went to it and took a big lick. It tasted pretty good until I realized that my tongue was stuck to it. It was a pretty long process of me trying to scream and yell for my dad to come save me. After my tongue was freed, it hurt for quite a while since pieces of the skin on my tongue was still stuck to the freezer. It took me a while to be able to watch "The Christmas Story" without bringing back bad memories. I now look back on that painful memory and laugh at my curious self as a child.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a little kid, I always loved to go with my my mom to the hair salon to get her hair cut. One particular day my mom would not let me get my hair cut with her, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I put my hair into six ponytails on top of my head, grabbed the scissors, and snipped off my bangs. That day my mother learned to hide the scissors, and I got my haircut after all!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in pre-k I used to like to do all of the things my mother did. One night, she allowed me to help while she cut my new baby brother's hair. The next day at school, I cut my own hair in the back. I didn't like mine; however, I guess the little boy next to me did. He cut his own hair to match mine, and we both got to walk away from school that day with lighter heads.
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