From the Toybox...

[graceanne]

Oh! I thought of a GREAT one!

When we were living in this tiny little town in Sullivan, MO my mom was dating this guy, Duke. Duke had two boys me and my sister age, and during the day they'd normally lock us out of the house.

Anyway, Dukes neighbors had horses, including this pretty white one with black spots. We found out later his name was Joe, but we called him Spot. Anyway, Spot would climb under the fence, on his knees to come play with us. It was so cool. He really scarred up his knees and back doing it (cause he had to climb under barbed wire to get to us), but even with all that he just loved kids.

 

[sexycaz22]

Some awesome stories in here, Kerion, a great thread!

Like Syd's stories, I don't really remember this one, but it's being told again and again!

Some of you may know that I am deaf so when I was younger, I relied on lip-reading (I am thankful for sign languages now!!)

Anyway, we were in a car and my Mum was saying something, and I was puzzled, so I asked her, "why are we getting milk for the car?" and she laughed, tried to explain that it was not milk but I kept repeating, why, why, why until we arrived at the garage and I saw a little shop so I asked, "are you getting milk from the shop?" In the end, Mum gave up and got a bottle of milk just to shut me up!

*GIGGLE*

 

[satindesire]

I don't remember much of my childhood, I rely on what my parents tell me from what they remember. One of my earliest memories and one of the only ones that survived the accident was that of our old silver Christmas tree that looked almost like it was made out of tinfoil. I think I was either three or four years old?

Our cat Fluffy (a longhaired white blue-eyed beauty that my mother let me name at the age of three, very nice ) was FASCINATED by the tree and would literally not leave it alone for ten seconds. Eventually we slacked off in our eagle-eye doggedness to keep her away from it and she managed to get about 3/4 of the way up the damn thing before she toppled it with her body weight and ended up breaking most of our ornaments. Back then the ornaments were made out of glass and other suchlike delicacies...I'm sure ya'll still remember those kind. My mom cried because most of the ornaments were irreplaceable, I just remember thinking Fluffy's facial expression on the way down was the funniest thing I had ever seen in my short time on earth.

Some of my -fondest- childhood memories are when my mom would scrape up enough money to buy modeling clay for me and I would spend countless hours painstakingly creating tiny little objects for my barbies. I did this from the time I was about eleven til I was almost fourteen.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

I'm jealous. If my sister and I were away from my mom for more than minutes we were IN TROUBLE. She was always terrified that we were going to get molested. We weren't even allowed to spend the night at friends houses who had dads.

Ummm, gracie, darlin'? You were born approximately 40 years after I was, IIRC. You're in the "generation before this [current] one" I referenced that never got to experience that kind of freedom and self-sufficiency. Sorry, honey.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Some awesome stories in here, Kerion, a great thread!

Like Syd's stories, I don't really remember this one, but it's being told again and again!

Some of you may know that I am deaf so when I was younger, I relied on lip-reading (I am thankful for sign languages now!!)

Anyway, we were in a car and my Mum was saying something, and I was puzzled, so I asked her, "why are we getting milk for the car?" and she laughed, tried to explain that it was not milk but I kept repeating, why, why, why until we arrived at the garage and I saw a little shop so I asked, "are you getting milk from the shop?" In the end, Mum gave up and got a bottle of milk just to shut me up!

*GIGGLE*

I learned to read at a very early age... 3-ish? Anyhoo, on a car trip, I kept seeing billboards with a word I didn't recognize, and kept asking my mom what "aunty-kyoos" were - after we had passed the sign. Finally, I spotted one early enough to point it out to her *before* passing it. "Mabel's (or some such) Antiques." That was when I first learned that not every word could be sounded out...

 

[Keroin]

I’m enjoying all these stories so much. This is like brain candy.

The generational thing is interesting. I’m sure everyone feels that the time they grew up in was special and that the generation following them have somehow missed out. Impossible to say if this is true.

I was born in 1969, (summer of love baby!), and lived most of my young life in a very cozy, quasi-rural area. Like SW, I enjoyed a great deal of liberty and I feel sad for kids who’ll never experience that. Is life more dangerous now? Are there more pedophiles? Or are parents just more aware of the dangers than our parents were? Hm.

During a brief interlude between destinations, I rented out a basement suite of a house in a very upscale suburban neighbourhood so I could be close to some friends of mine. Here’s something that blew my mind: The local elementary school was maybe two blocks away from me but I never saw any kids walk to school. All the parents drove their kids and dropped them off, rain or shine, every day. I found this immensely depressing for some reason.

What happened to walking to school with your friends? I don’t get it.

I don't recall it, but I'm told that when I was three I got overly curious about the hogs at the farm next to my grandfather's place. Apparently, I fell into the pen and my shoes stayed behind when my father pulled me out. He chose not to try to recover the shoes.

I had a similar incident with a mud puddle, while walking home from school,when I was five. I have an unnatural attraction to mud. Luckily one of my neighbours, a teenage kid, found me "sinking" and pulled me out, sans boot. Someday an archeologist may find that boot, that's a comforting thought.

 

[WriterDom]

One of my friends streaked inside McDonalds. We picked him up on the other side. One of the cheerleaders was famous for shaking her ass during a particular song. We'd all get a good seat to watch. Seems like they made her tone it down but she could really shake her money maker.

One funny thing my friend did, I think I put him up to it, he had a great voice and worked in radio for a while. He could sound older than he has. So he calls McDonalds to ask if they can handle a football team, cheerleaders, and a band. So they say sure what time. Well we show up a couple hours later and they had a mountain of fries and burgers piled high. We heard them wondering when the team was going to get there.

We went to Gainesville once in the school van to play golf. They had a driving range and we stole a lot of range balls. And of course someone reported us. We got chewed out by the AD and had to take the balls back and apologize. But they let us keep playing. That was a pretty redneck thing to do.

 

[Netzach]

I'm jealous. If my sister and I were away from my mom for more than minutes we were IN TROUBLE. She was always terrified that we were going to get molested. We weren't even allowed to spend the night at friends houses who had dads.

On the one hand I was totally monitored up the ass to the point of ridiculous.

You can't just take off exploring in NYC.

The upside of all that was that pretty much every free minute of my childhood was at the Museum of Natural History.

If you think the giant blue whale is big to you as an adult....

 

[WriterDom]

We never locked our doors. Maybe when we went on vacation.

At my girlfriend's house we'd make out for hours on the couch in the living room. Her parents were home and didn't care. Once they were gone and she met me at the door wearing nothing but a long tee shirt. That's still a hot look to me now.

 

[eastern sun]

My father was a California hippie in the early 70's, living in a one-room house he built himself with no electricity or running water.

When I went to live with him during the summer, I slept in a bed out in the field, and I remember lying there watching the shooting stars and the huge looming silhouette of a pine tree.

I was scared of the yellow jackets in the outhouse, and tried hard not to hit them. After my little sister got stung, I went down in the woods to pee.

 

[graceanne]

Ummm, gracie, darlin'? You were born approximately 40 years after I was, IIRC. You're in the "generation before this [current] one" I referenced that never got to experience that kind of freedom and self-sufficiency. Sorry, honey.

So, you'd be . . over 70?

I thought you were in your sixties.

 

[sinnocence]

When I was really young, like 7 or 8, I don't remember, I lived in a neighborhood in Pennsylvania that was full of kids. We all knew each other and we were all really good friends. But there was this one girl that NO ONE liked. She was such a brat, it was ridiculous. One day, a few friends and I were playing in someone's front yard. She walks up and starts to call us names and tells us that she was too good to play with us. Well, we really didn't mind her, but I finally just wanted her to shut up.
So, you know how dog poop turns white after it has been outside for a really, really long time? Yeah, there just happened to be a pile of it not far down the road. I told her that it was candy. Really yummy candy too. I told her that she didn't deserve to have such yummy candy. And sure enough, that girl went over to the poop, picked it up, and put it in her mouth. We all busted out laughing at her face. She ran crying to her mom who then in turn told my mom what I did. I got a pretty nice spanking for that one. But it was so worth it.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Ummm, gracie, darlin'? You were born approximately 40 years after I was, IIRC. You're in the "generation before this [current] one" I referenced that never got to experience that kind of freedom and self-sufficiency. Sorry, honey.

So, you'd be . . over 70?

I thought you were in your sixties.

Ummm... okay. So at 7 a.m. (my time), which is about 2 hours earlier than I usually get up, or 7.5 hours after I usually go to bed, and with about 2 hours of sleep total since Thursday morning, I had a mathblonde moment. You're about 30 years younger than I am. I'll be 60 in November. Good lord. Why is my mind not even 30 yet?

 

[Sir_Winston54]

When I was really young, like 7 or 8, I don't remember, I lived in a neighborhood in Pennsylvania that was full of kids. We all knew each other and we were all really good friends. But there was this one girl that NO ONE liked. She was such a brat, it was ridiculous. One day, a few friends and I were playing in someone's front yard. She walks up and starts to call us names and tells us that she was too good to play with us. Well, we really didn't mind her, but I finally just wanted her to shut up.
So, you know how dog poop turns white after it has been outside for a really, really long time? Yeah, there just happened to be a pile of it not far down the road. I told her that it was candy. Really yummy candy too. I told her that she didn't deserve to have such yummy candy. And sure enough, that girl went over to the poop, picked it up, and put it in her mouth. We all busted out laughing at her face. She ran crying to her mom who then in turn told my mom what I did. I got a pretty nice spanking for that one. But it was so worth it.

That is really, really funny, and you deserved a spanking for it. But not the punishment kind. You probably wouldn't have appreciated the difference at that age, though.

 

[MisterSir]

Ummm... okay. So at 7 a.m. (my time), which is about 2 hours earlier than I usually get up, or 7.5 hours after I usually go to bed, and with about 2 hours of sleep total since Thursday morning, I had a mathblonde moment. You're about 30 years younger than I am. I'll be 60 in November. Good lord. Why is my mind not even 30 yet?

...with some creative conception, you are easily old enough to be my grandfather.

Good grief.

I'm trying to think of some interesting things that happened to me and having a tough job of it, I lead a rather sheltered childhood. Let's see, I was part of the first group of people ever to visit the Millennium Dome because, when I was in year six, my primary school class was picked to be on and won a game show where that was the prize. Oh, and once upon a time, I was given a love letter that I found again last week and that was surprisingly sweet for how old she and I both were. Unfortunately, the next time I saw her after we'd both left school, I was completely wasted and remember asking, in front of her exceptionally jealous boyfriend no less, whether she...I think the phrase I used had "rekindle" in it. It was not the most sensible idea I ever had.

I'm a bad storyteller, in case you didn't notice.

 

[sinnocence]

That is really, really funny, and you deserved a spanking for it. But not the punishment kind. You probably wouldn't have appreciated the difference at that age, though.

LOL. Yeah, at that age, spankings were bad.

 

[rinka]

I liked to wallow in misery when I was a kid. Reading sad books, playing orphans and mistreated poor children in old times.

When I was around 9 I remember playing with one of my misery-loving best friends out in the woods. We were sitting there singing this tragic old song about a little "lung-sick" girl. The girl asked her doctor if she could go home to her mother by summertime, then fall... finally she died. We sang and cried together over and over.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

...with some creative conception, you are easily old enough to be my grandfather.

Good grief.

Thanks. Bite my ass, you young whippersnapper.

BTW, I'm not old. I'm experienced.

 

[drinkmeup83]

My mom’s friend worked at the school my brother went to across town and her son, who was a year or two older than me, went to the same elementary school I did. In the mornings she would drop her son off at our house and take my brother to school with her. I wasn’t a morning person even back then so I would still be sleeping when she dropped John off. He would sit quietly in our living room playing video games until it was time to get me up. At the designated time he would then bound into my room and pounce on me. John was very good at video games and I never was that into them to be any good. The best levels though were always the higher ones. So he would play all morning long and then when I was dressed and ready he would hand the controller over to me so I could play the fun levels. Immediately after my paws touched the controller, I died and the game would start back at square one. He would just laugh and the next morning start all over again. I had the biggest crush on him and just thought he was so sweet to do that and never get annoyed.

 

[graceanne]

Ummm... okay. So at 7 a.m. (my time), which is about 2 hours earlier than I usually get up, or 7.5 hours after I usually go to bed, and with about 2 hours of sleep total since Thursday morning, I had a mathblonde moment. You're about 30 years younger than I am. I'll be 60 in November. Good lord. Why is my mind not even 30 yet?

I considered a sammy comment about old people and their memories, but considering how stupid I am when it comes to math, I chose not to.

Nonetheless, glad I wasn't wrong about your age. 60 is sexy, 70 is OLD.

 

[Keroin]

I liked to wallow in misery when I was a kid. Reading sad books, playing orphans and mistreated poor children in old times.

When I was around 9 I remember playing with one of my misery-loving best friends out in the woods. We were sitting there singing this tragic old song about a little "lung-sick" girl. The girl asked her doctor if she could go home to her mother by summertime, then fall... finally she died. We sang and cried together over and over.

I don't know why, but this is one of the most interesting stories I've ever heard. I can picture it all. Careful I may steal your memory for a story!

I had a mathblonde moment

Grrrrrrrr...*that's my angry blonde noise, (I don't have a math noise)*


I know you are but what am I? PBLFFT!

 

[Sir_Winston54]

.... I had a mathblonde moment.

Grrrrrrrr...*that's my angry blonde noise, (I don't have a math noise)*

I know you are but what am I? PBLFFT!

As I often say, "Being 'a blonde' is a state of mind, not a hair color."

 

[ZRT]

...speaking of blondes.

This is another one of the 'don't remember it, but have heard about it a million times' stories. When I was around four or five, my mother and I took a plane trip somewhere. Well, on the return trip, I was seated next to an attractive young lady of the blond persuasion, and in my usual precocious manner struck up a conversation. We hit it off famously, and with my usual excellent taste I began moving toward the topic of her coming to live with us. Now bear in mind that we'd just moved from a cramped little vacation trailer to a house that seemed as big as all the world, and for the first time I had a bedroom of my own.

So I decided that she'd make a perfect roommate, and began making plans to that effect. The quote that sticks out was 'And I hate sleeping alone, so you can sleep with me!'

Now, the rest of the plane is picking up on this conversation, and they're starting to snicker and laugh. I was a real spotlight-loving ham in those days, so as soon as I got myself an audience, I started talking louder and following up on what seemed to be causing the most amusement. I don't know what all I proposed to the young lady, but bless her heart for playing along because apparently by the time we landed the passengers were pretty much rolling in the aisles.

After we landed, she had her boyfriend drive her around to the front of the terminal so she could bid me farewell. I'd like to think that I bore up manfully at the end of our short, blissful union.

(Still don't see what he had that I didn't, besides being of legal age and self-supporting. Oh, and a fast car, from what I've been told.)

 

[graceanne]

My dad's mom would come visit us about twice a year after the divorce. She and my mom were always close. Anyway, we had this wonderful mutt, Midnight, who was part poodle and would lose huge tufts of his fur. Grandma didn't have her glasses on, and she saw a spider walking across the floor, so she squished it. She stepped back and that darn thing kept moving across the floor, so she stepped on it, again. And it KEPT moving! So she put on her glasses and realized it was a tuft of Midnight hair.

She laughed so hard Mom could hear her downstairs.

 

[graceanne]

Oh, another good one. When I was seven my dad suddenly decided he wanted to see us again. It took him a year to convince my mom, but that summer my grandma flew to Minnesota and rented a car there. Then we drove to California, via Canada to see a cousin of hers. It was a GREAT trip. For one thing, my grandma is (was?) stone cold deaf, so no matter how much noise we made it didn't bug her. But we stopped and saw everything along the way. I don't actually remember that part, honestly. She's got pictures of us at lots of places that I don't remember seeing.

I do remember her cousin, and her cousins daughters who were just a bit older than me and miss. We had SUCH a great time with them.

And I remember we were hiking up some huge hill to see something (don't remember what) and Miss fell down and skinned her knee. Grandma had bought us some binoculars, and they fell off the trail. While Grandma was dealing with Miss, I climbed down and got her binoculars. Grandma was so proud of me, cause she knows how afraid of heights I am.