When you were little

Hm... I can't really think of one now... but does that include watching the teletubbies up to the age of 10? :D
 
hahahaha. Not really. Stuff like when you were 5 or something.

when no one else was in the room with me, I'd start yelling, "I'm all alooooone. I'm all aloooone" It was funny.
 
Tarkheena_Finduilas22 said:
hahahaha. Not really. Stuff like when you were 5 or something.

when no one else was in the room with me, I'd start yelling, "I'm all alooooone. I'm all aloooone" It was funny.
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heheheheh :D
 
I tore down the wall paper at my grandma's house. It wasn't that funny when my grandma saw it :).

does this include rather stupid/idiotic things Tarkheena?
 
I guess I was about 2 or 3...We were sitting on the porch, and a bald guy with an earring was walking down the sidewalk; I pointed to him and asked my dad, "Who's that, Mr. Clean?". :o I don't remember doing it, but my parents love to keep "dredging up the past", as it were. Another time my dad was husking corn, and I asked him if it was some kind of banana.
 
Do you mean stuff that was embarrassing at the time, or stuff that's embarrassing to think back on? There are far more embarrassments in my teenage years..
 
I remember getting the bottle of chewable vitamins, hiding under the table, and eating...Mmmm.

And then there was the time I cut off my hair...
 
Dernhelm said:
I remember getting the bottle of chewable vitamins, hiding under the table, and eating...Mmmm.

And then there was the time I cut off my hair...
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LOL! I didnt do something quite that bad, but I did try to cut my own hair. I was watching Sesame Street and the monster wasnt actually cutting his hair so I got some scissors to shoe him how it should REALLY be done...

I spent alot of time in my bedroom that day................
 
Dernhelm said:
And then there was the time I cut off my hair...
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HEHE, I did the cutting the hair thing. I don't remember this, but I have been told about it numerous times. I apparently took a pair of sissors and did a V cut right at my bangs. I can only imagine how bad that looked! :D
 
My sister cut the little neighbor girl's bangs clean off.. well, maybe there was half an inch or so left. I never tried the hair cutting, never appealed to me. Neither did nail biting, I've always found it repulsive when people do it.
I did suck my thumb until the summer before second grade though - I quit cold turkey one day.
 
Can you tell what your aunts and uncles did when they were little? Because...once my uncle was having a...contest with a friend to see who could pick up the biggest watermelon; unfortunetly, he dropped one...and it smashed. They were afraid to tell...so they tried to eat it all. Grandma came in later and cleaned it up.:D
 
Ya, my dad was wild when he was young. He got a horse drunk while on vacation. He just decided to one day get a horse drunk. His uncle wasn't too pleased. He also memorized a statistics chart for his math class, so he could gamble in his math class the next day...I encourage you all to NOT do that.

Its hard to believe he wants to become a priest...the only thing stopping him is my mom, and for that, I'm grateful :D
 
tgraveline said:
I crapped my pants, that count?

tg
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You would, TG, you would (how old were you?!)!

Dernhelm said:
And then there was the time I cut off my hair...
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I cut my little borther's hair when he was about 3 (I was 5 or so)...Took Mom's pinking shears (specially-designed scrapbook scissors with jagged edges), and removed all his hair while she was napping...Now his hair's strawberry-blonde, not flame-red.

I used to get a bunch of raisins, stick 'em all in my mouth(seriously, it was like a freakin' huge handful), and go outside to play baseball...And then I'd chew up the raisins real good, and emphatically spit the juice to look like it was chewing tobacco--like the pros do!!!

And once, when I was in 7th grade (I had just started going to school, and stopped homeschooling), I got to class "late" on the first day of the second semester, cuz some dirty blighter changed the class times, but didn't tell anybody 'bout it(my school seems to have a habit of doing stuff like that, and not telling anyone)...See, I had dropped English and History cuz the teacher had hit two students during the fall term (she's fired now...), and so I didn't have to get to school til after the lunch hour for my first class-7th grade math(but we called it "Pre-Pre Algebra!). And we were out shopping for Christmas ornaments after Christmas, cuz, ya know, they're all on sale, and we got there right on time for lunch...Or so I thought. *sigh* Poor, dis-illusioned me--I thought that a school was obligated to tell students when their bloody classes flippin' started!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :mad: Suffice it to say that we got there halfway through math, and I started bawling cuz I had been so excited that I'd get to eat lunch with my friends(whom I (1) hadn't seen since last semester and (2) had only become friends with last semester and (3) were the *only* kids I knew outside of church). Yeah, so, anyhow, then a good friend of mine(actually the girl I got to take to Junior-Senior Prom) ran out, stopped me from going all the way back to the car, and convinced me to come back to the classroom... :( :rolleyes:
Wow. Sounds like I still have some issues to work out there, lol... :cool:


And then of course, there was the time when I.....errm, if y'all can get Cappy, Gray, Rosy, Specter, or some other mature person to tell an embarassing story here, I will tell the most embarassing moment of my entire childhood...
 
Hmm...The question is 'how embarrassed am I willing to be?'

Ok, here's a start.

Until I was 5 I really thought I was a boy, and couldn't understand why my parents insisted on making wear those stupid dresses when my brothers got to wear trousers. :(

While still under the assumption that I was a boy I tried countless times to get my mom to cut all my hair off so I'd look like my brothers - the most effective was when I decided to stick my gum in my hair for 'safe-keeping' - I had short hair for a while after that stunt...

When I was little I was absolutely terrified of, clowns, sports mascots people in costumes, well...basically anything in a big fury suit or with face paint. I've had a whole lot of encounters that one might consider humorous or embarrassing involving these...one of the most memorable is during an outing to 'Chuck E. Cheese' when I was about 6 - the guy dressed up as 'Chuck' tried to hug me, and I kicked him hard in a rather tender place and ran to get my dad...

There you go Aragorn...ANYTHING you say now will sound nice and normal....;)
 
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