What is the one thing...

[calypso_21]

...that even to this day causes you to want to crawl under the table with embarrassment from?

At a get-together the ribbing you take from family or friends over something silly you did as a child, never fails to creep into an innocent conversation.

"Do you remember the time so-and-so did such and such?"

In my family it is a diversionary tactic. My siblings do this to point out each other's fuck ups with pleasure. Though I've had my moments, they have had far more, so when the battle lines are drawn the fun is often had by my brother and I, the family historians.

My mother though seems to remember each and every single embarrassing moment. I know there were quite a few of these incidents that were nothing at that time they occurred, however years and children of my own later, I find myself turning bright red when she brings them up to her friends who were actually around at the time of the original moment of future torture.


So what is your embarrassing moment that never seems to be able to be put to rest once and for all??

 

[JerseyBoy]

while on vacation when I was about 6 I fell asleep while eating mashed potatoes at the table...i woke later up in the eleveator and kept chewing

I hear it every thanksgiving...i love you too mom & dad

(see, i knew i wasn't cool)

 

[bknight2602]

How about throwing up at dinner, way before George did it, at Junior/Senior Prom!

 

[calypso_21]

I have quite a few, but here is one. When I was about 10 years old and at day camp that summer, I experimented with smoking.

I was caught by a counselor and put off by myself until my mother arrived to pick me up. I listened to the counselor tell my mother that I was a horrible influence on the rest of the campers and did not live up to the image the YMCA endeavored to portray.

I thought for sure I would be berated for this from my mother. Though we had a discussion about it, I didn't get into a huge amount of trouble as there were underlying circumstances.

However, I took my daughter to preschool last year, at where else? but the YMCA. My mother took it upon herself to tell everyone how I'd been kicked out at the age of 10.

"Who gets kicked out of the YMCA?" Me apparently.

 

[floridaguy64]

I have quite a few, but here is one. When I was about 10 years old and at day camp that summer, I experimented with smoking.

I was caught by a counselor and put off by myself until my mother arrived to pick me up. I listened to the counselor tell my mother that I was a horrible influence on the rest of the campers and did not live up to the image the YMCA endeavored to portray.

I thought for sure I would be berated for this from my mother. Though we had a discussion about it, I didn't get into a huge amount of trouble as there were underlying circumstances.

However, I took my daughter to preschool last year, at where else? but the YMCA. My mother took it upon herself to tell everyone how I'd been kicked out at the age of 10.

"Who gets kicked out of the YMCA?" Me apparently.

That be you in your av?... Gorgeous comes to mind!

My one and only effort into being a bad boy was... a friend and I were igniting milk juggs in the woods behind our apartment complex (1969)... the result? The shirt burned off my back and 15 scorched acres...

My dad always seemed to remember that incident whenever a conversation steered towards "what did you do" as a child?

 

[sufisaint]

Not a childhood one, but 3 years ago my family had a huge Thanksgiving dinner, thw whole extended family, which is about 20 people. There was so much food it did not fit on the table. I brought my dogs, and my daughter as well!, over the objections of most because I consider the dogs as my kids. Well, my brother put the gravy bowl on a small table during grace...needless to say the dogs ate the gravy at we had our turkey dinner without any gravy... hear about every Thanksgivings...