When I was 3, I had had a bath one evening and was all clean and in my footy pjs ready for bed. My sister had a friend over for the night and they were 5 years old and it was their turn for a bath. I could hear them having fun playing in the tub so I went directly into the bathroom and climbed in the tub, footy pjs and all, so I could play too. My mom couldn't stop laughing at the situation.
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I think the funniest thing i did as a kids was to get my younger sister and cousin into trouble with my grandma. They never saw it coming, and they fell for it everytime. jajaja
Every summer we kids would stay with my single unle who lived in rural montana . there were no other adults who lived around him for miles which was why my parents sent us there we couldnt get into to trouble or so they thought . My uncle used to park the car in his driveway everynight when I was 11 1/2 (my brothers 12 and 13) my brothers and i devised a plan , every night one of us would get up while he slept and move his car out and park it in an odd place (near a stream between trees), this went on for a year and he was sure his car haunted (as we were all to young to drive). suffice it to say we had a blast. we realized he was crazy
Growing up on the outskirts of the city, several houses in the neighborhood still had outhouse's out back. Well, after listening to stories that my older brother told me, my friends and I decided we were going to tip one of the outhouse's one halloween night. Unfortunatly, the one we chose was one that my brother and his friends did the year before and the old man of the house was ready for us as he went out and moved the outhouse forward about 5 foot. Here it is, dark of night when we jump the fence and start running at top speed so that we could hit the outhouse and keep running. Well, I fell into the stinking hole, and I mean stinking hole. My friends reached the other side of the yard and stopped when they heard me screaming. They came back and bailed me out and I spent the next hour and a half down at the creek trying to clean myself up. Needless to say, my parents were not to excited when I came home soaking wet, still half covered in you know what. Shame that they did not know about child abuse back them as my father let me have it good.
Picture it, Detroit Michigan. The summer is winding down, the air is cooling off. The neighborhood is alive with the sound of childrens laughter. Children desperately trying to cram as much fun as possible into the last days of summer vacation before school would once again resume. "Cramming also was a certain 7 year old boy who had just received his first "Little Indian" mini-bike. Heart warming was the father and son moment where the mini-bike was first started. My Little Indian's motor screamed a war song not unlike the bravest of the Cherokee the night before battle. And ready for battle was I as I climbed aboard what to me, was a raging bull. Gripping the throttle as if it were a tomahawk, I accelerated away from my then proud father. Upon clearing my fathers reach I had an epiphany. My father had not taught me how to ride the raging bull, my "Little Indian". With grim determination I bore down and swore to make my father proud! I fought the good fight but alas, the Raging Bull got the better of me. The ensuing crash was not fatal, for me, nor my "Little Indian". We both would live to fight again.
I would recount this story many years later to my friends and in the presence of my Father. It was only then that the bitter truth was made known to me as my fathers laughter was uncontrollable. That the truth be known, I had shot out of his hands riding that mini-bike with arms and legs flailing a total of 25 feet into my neighbors hedges. He said that I never veered off course and went straight at the hedges with reckless abandon. I didn't share in the roaring laughter that all shared at my expense. I silently cursed them all and swore an oath to repay my Father for having not explained the finer points of mini-biking to me.
I am 35 years old now with a son of my own. I look forward to watching him grow up before my eyes and take his rightful place in the circle of life. And if he ever tries to conquer Sitting Bull like I did, I will laugh my ass off just like my father. For that is the way of things between a father and his son!
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When I was little, my mother was friends with a Minister. She was friends with his daughter, and she brought me to visit him all the time. He told me all about baptism, and what it meant, etc. Soon after, I got a baby sister. One day, she was in her rocking seat, drinking a bottle. My mother went upstairs for a bit, and I took the bottle from my sister, and proceeded to "baptize" her with the milk in the bottle. She started crying and my mom came rushing down the stairs, and when she saw my sister covered in milk, I handed my mom the bottle, saying, "Look Mom, I just baptized her!"
From my early childhood, the funniest thing I can remember is how much I would love to eat dirt. Especially those chunks of hard dirt that crumbled in your mouth, those were really awesome.
From later childhood (well, not really childhood, more like teenagerhood, but I was a child at heart :) ) probably the funniest thing that I did was on Christmas Eve.
For the last couple years it had become almost a tradition for the older kids in the family (a total of 7 kids) to do some sort of "prank" on the christmas tree on Christmas Eve without the parents knowing about. I spare you the story of how that good started.
So anyway, the 3rd year we were doing this, we decided to do something really big, the first year we had set up another tree in the middle of the night, and the second year we moved the tree into the basement and replaced it with a miniature tree. A few weeks before christmas we decided it would be really awesome to turn the tree upside down.
We didn't know exactly how we would pull it off because you can't simply attach the tree trunk to the ceiling. Since we liked the idea so much (what would be better than waking up on Christmas and expecting to see the normal tree, but instead it is upsidedown?) we stuck to it. The tree couldn't be attached to the ceiling, so the only other logical (although logic was never a high priority) solution was to build some sort of frame to hold it up.
We finally decided on a simple A-Frame design (cheap and fairly sturdy), however, it would not be possible to build the frame beforehand because it would be too big to fit through the door into hte room where we had the tree set up. And since no one was to know about what we were doing until Christmas morning, we had to assemble the frame in the middle of the night on christmas eve.
That may not sound like a big deal until you realize what we have to do. Constructing the frame requires the use of power tools and screws, in the middle of the night. And we have to make sure that no one wakes up, because then it would be no fun. Because we were unable to find any other way around this, we decided we just had to risk it and hope no one wakes up.
So on christmas eve night, after everyone had gone to bed, we started take down the ornaments on the tree (which takes longer than you would think) and to assemble the frame. The hard part is screwing the boards together, not because it takes a long time as we had power tools, but because it makes an incredible amount of noise at 2 in the morning.
I have no idea how no one wook up, but thankfully no one did. And we managed to get everything all assembled, and a bolt drilled through the tree trunk (to be able to attach it to the frame). We got the tree upside down :)
But it doesn't end there, because an upside down christmas tree brings up some interesting issues. For example, where do you put the presents on an upside down Christmas tree? If you want to but the presents under the tree, would that mean on top of the frame (and thus "under" the tradition bottom of the tree) or on the floor (the technical under, but since that is where the tip of the tree is, not the tradition under). We finally decided to go with on top of the frame. But since we didn't want the presents to fall and break, we decided hide the real presents around the house, put fake presents up on the tree with clues to where to find the real presents.
Another issue is what to do with the ornaments, since the branches of a christmas tree point up, it is easy to hang things on it. But since our tree is upside down, the opposite is true, so we had to tie each ornament onto the tree to make sure it wouldn't fall.
We finally got everything done, and went to bed around 3:30 AM. But it is was well worth it to see the looks on our parents faces when they saw it.
Anyway, sorry about it being so long, I tried to make it as short as possible... I actually have a more detailed description (plus a lot more photos) on my website, which I believe i have a link to in my sig
I remember when I was first learning to ride my bike. I had training wheels on it. I was so afraid to turn the bike, fearing that I would fall, and I drifted out into the road. For some odd reason, I kept pedaling, but I dare not turn the bike. A car was coming, and I didn't know what do. I refused to turn. I ran straight into the car, and my bike broke in half.
I shoulda turned the bike...
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At my sister baptism, I was 3 years old, a blue eyed, blonde hair angel face... the priest had all the kids in line (cousins and relatives kids) and started a sermon about water and how precious it was.
Then he asked every kids an example of the use of water: answers were "washing, growing plants and flower...etc"
Then came my turn, last one and kinda honor place, being the brother of the one baptised. So the audience wait my answer. And I go :" to mix with Pastis" (Pastis being a french alcool you mix with water as an appetizer) And the whole church laughing, and my parents red and ashamed.
Well 25 years later, at any family meeting, you can be sure someone will ask me to bring water to mix to the pastis with a big grin on his face. And another one will have the great pleasure to tell the story to anyone hasn't heard it yet . (very nice when you bring a girl to such meetings )
We were at my grandparents apartment, all dressed up, I was like two years old, and everyone was busy. I was waiting in my Sunday best. I appearantly got bored and hot, went out of the balcany and sat down in the little kiddie pool full of water,
My two brothers and I were your classic country kid that had to find etertainment the best way we could do outside. Mom was pretty smart back then, she packed us lunchs and locked us outside. It save a lot of damage to the house.
One day we got this great idea to ride a wagon off the barn roof. To make a long story short the first few trips down the roof came off OK with only a few hard landings. But being the fun love boys that we were, we made a better plan of all three of us go at one time. Needless to say it was not a happy ending. Our heads banged together like those metal balls on wires that keep banging together. In the end some blood and no more trips down the roof until we got more head and body protection for the next day try.
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