What funny incident from your childhood do you best remember?
Ishwaryaa Dhandapani says
The one of the most funny incidents I best remembered from my childhood was that as school going children, I and my cousin were advised not to watch horror films as we easily get scared. However, we were naughty children and when our family went out, we took the opportunity and watched The Exorcist in the Star Movies channel on tv. Though we were not much frightened while viewing it but at night and some following nights, we did not sleep well. Our parents noticed this and questioned us. We confessed that we watched the horror film while they went out. They admonished us. Over the years, I watched some other horror films but none matched The Exorcist in the “nightmare department”!
When my sister challenged our dad to a foot race in the front yard. She severely underestimated his long legs simply because of his age. He promptly dusted her off and she was crying with embarrassment before she finished…well after him. She needed a few moments to herself before she would let him give her a hug.
Tams R says
When we were kids my grandfather had a mean billy goat. On the farm was a sorghum mill that spun. My cousin and I got sick of the billy goat attacking us, so….
We got the goat chasing us and ran for the mill. He got his horns stuck on the mill and we got it spinning until his legs were off the ground. We laughed so hard we nearly cried as the poor goat went in circles, “Baaaaaa, BAaaaaaaa, BAAAAAA!” We got in so much trouble for doing it, but the goat never chased us again and turned out just fine.
Levertis Steele says
I was nine-years old when I decided to cook for the first time. I baked cornbread in an iron skillet and boiled chicken in an iron pot. I tried to lift the heavy pot off the eye and the bottom bumped the skillet of bread just out of the oven. The chicken broth spilled into the hot skillet of bread and began bubbling because of the hot iron. I was disappointed as I looked at the soggy bread. I tasted it and “Voila!” Cornbread dressing! I was so proud.
The funniest thing I remember is something that struck the fear of God in me. I was afraid of puddles! I saw the sky’s reflection in puddles and the tops of trees, and I really thought I was going to fall in the sky if I stepped in the puddle. They would take my breath away and make me dizzy. This might explain my fear of heights now. And I can’t even imagine what a rainy day must have been like for me!
Ann Leung (kittyjj) says
My father’s skin color was very light which made the hair on his toes stand out. During summer, my father would nap in the living room with his bare feet. I would sneak up and pick his hair on his big toes. At first he thought it was mosquito attacking him and tried to fan it off. But then after awhile he found out it was me (I was about 5 at that time), he put on his socks.
Penny Godfirnon (Penny G) says
I was in a dressing room, I was 16. I was in a hurry, and was trying on a pair of pants. Didn’t want to take the time to take my shoes off, so I tried to pull the pants over my shoes. The door was like an old saloon door, two swinging doors that open in the middle. I began to fall, instantly I reached out to catch myself on the closest thing, the doors. They swung open and I just kept on going fell out the door on my side like a falling tree! The doors swung shut. I thought oh my gosh, there were two young cute guys at the counter just looking at me like are you kidding me. I couldn’t get up either, so I just turned over on my knees and crawled back under the door. The worst part was I needed those pants for a date and I had to go out act like nothing happened and go to the desk to buy them. Well either they didn’t notice or they were awful nice because they never let on or laughed when I went up there.
I remember walking through a very dense bush at around 7years old, there was no one else around apart from me. After a while I cam to an abandoned house, which of course I explored. Inside I found hundreds of photos from days gone by. I began to feel uneasy and took off. I remember feeling someone hold my shoulder and pull me back. I woke in our paddock at some stage that day. For the life of me I cannot find that shack! I have no idea if I dreamt it, or what. But since that day I’ve always felt a lot more pull towards being open
I was on my way walking to piano lessons when I slipped on a banana peel. Just before I was about to hit the pavement, a famous performer caught me and prevented me from hitting my head and getting hurt.
It’s funny now, but it was extremely embarrassing at the time.
Delilah (sassydee) says
i remember when i would tease the boys riding their bikes down the hill that would pass by my house. i would stand in the way and then move at the last min. making them think they were going to hit me so they would move and sometimes crash. well I didn’t move fast enough the last tease and they boy hit me with his bike hard that I knocked out and got a fat fat lip, I never did that again!
When I was a kid I used to play as a teacher,and say everyone to keep silent. even grandma must ask me my permission to go to toilet.
while watching on television, i was dreaming to jump from aircraft through parachute, but the facilities was not there. My little age motivate me why not to jump from 2 floor holding umbrella in hands. So i do as the same but didn’t know it will pain more when the umbrella will change the sides with the pressure of air… Lollllzzzz
Joe Fiduccia says
Funny later on in life, but not at the time – I went to my first college rush party in Freshmen year. Mom was pretty strict and had a tight 11:00 PM curfew (yes – even at that age). She ‘gave me permission’ to go to the party. But unknown to me at the time, we were being bused to a secret location and weren’t getting picked up until 2:00 AM. She found out about it, showed up at the party, and demanded someone find me so she could take me home.
My first…and yes, my last…college party experience. 🙂
NanasPyn (CluieKnows) says
You did what? How?
My middle brother, he was definitely The Middle Child, and would always get in trouble and sent to his room. The birth order was 3 girls, 2 boys, 3 girls, and 1 boy. He was the middle child of his set of three, the middle boy, and the middle of all nine of us children. He did not stand a chance of getting caught at anything he did.
At our old house we lived in a one-story, three-bedroom. Everyone knew what everyone was doing at all times. When we moved, our parents found a two-story house. Living there was a bit harder to tell who was in trouble, but it usually came down to the common factor. The middle brother.
One day, we heard the familiar sound of my Dad sending him to his room. He said, “David, leave your brothers and sisters alone and go to your room now!!”
After a while, he was bored. We didn’t have technology then, or loads of toys to play with when sent to our rooms. Grounding just gave us more time to increase our imaginations.
He proceeded to entertain himself by a rope he found in his closet. He roped all he could out of the backyard and pulled it up to his bedroom. He filled his room with bikes, rakes, and whatever he could find. He ran out of things he could reach with the rope.
Along comes the youngest child. He talks him into putting the rope around his waist. He proceeds to pull him up, but cannot get his younger brother to stop screaming.
My older sister and I go to see what was going on. We couldn’t get into his room for all the stuff he drug up. He told us to go outside before Daddy hears.
We went downstairs to see two feet dangling from the kitchen window right behind my Dad’s head as he was reading the newspaper. He looks up at us and asks, “Who’s screaming? I sent David to his room.”
We said, “We will go check it out.” Then, we ran outside.
My Dad was curious as to our reactions of fear and panic and we were hoping my youngest brother could hold on until we got there. My Dad slowly turned to see where we were going. He saw the dangling feet above him. He slowly got up, went outside, looked at David, and said, “You know you’re grounded for TWO WEEKS!” Then, he walked back inside and left us to get him down.
We were laughing so hard it was hard to get my youngest brother down. Finally, we did and we told David he better find a way to clear his room before Dad came up to spank him. Too late!! We heard my Dad’s voice from the other side of the door yelling, “THREE WEEKS!”
We were so glad not to be David that day!
Keighley Speights says
It was during the summer of my 11th grade year, and I went to see my grandma, and stayed for a whole month. I have a special affinity for embarrassing myself when see someone cute. One day we go to the grocery store after church, me wearing a dress and heels. Me and my grandmother go through the ails to find something to eat and I see this really cute guy, I occasionally glanced up at him and saw him looking at me from behind the checkout counter. When we find everything he rings us up and my grandma asks for some ribs which we outside cooking (small town stuff). She had already paid for everything so I grabbed the cart and walked to the car. As I was walking clearly in view of the cute guy and my grandma, I pass by a car which has a young kid in it probably waiting for his mom or dad. Disregarding the air I feel as I pass the car, i come closer to it to turn the cart and a gust of air hits right under my dress, making my underwear flash the kid and the cute guy. I hurriedly put my dress down and opened the car to the laughing of my sister and our cousin, they told me that the cute guy was looking at me the whole time. I practically died of embarrassment and haven’t gone back since. I wish I could’ve had a Marilyn Monroe moment.