-I was trying to feed a duck a bit of bread. The duck bit me. I was alarmed, but my Grandad assured me I was okay, for the duck had no teeth.
-I shit my pants and farted loudly at a party my parents were hosting. The judgmental adults all laughed at my expense. I retorted "It's Natural!"
-There was this kid in my apartment complex that only had one hand. His stub looked like the end of a hot dog. I was quite impressed when he set a little toy airplane atop his stub and simulated flying as he made a propeller noise. I concluded that he could play with the best of them.
-There was this one Walrus i was afraid of in one of my ZooBooks. I skipped that page, but not that magazine, I enjoyed the rest of the content.
-My mom corrected me that the "E" in "JOE" had only three horizontal lines, and not four. I liked it better my way, but conceded to the experts.
-My older friend Ryan (5), had more GI Joes than me. One day I will be old, and have a similar number of GI Joes.
-My Dad commented on my sitting position, "My knees would break if I sat like that." It was that position where each of your legs are bent, and resting on each side, toes out. Its almost impossible to do now. I replied "It's called 'The Eagle'." Because the legs looked like wings kind of.
-Adults were strange, always smelled funny, some good, some bad, and generally "didn't get it."
In first grade I went to the bathroom at school to confirm that I had shat myself. I had. The best plan I could come up with at the time was to go back and tell my teacher that I had thrown up into my pants. I could not find a private moment to tell her and no one was fooled anyway.
ReplyDeleteJules likes the 4 horizontal lines for the E in her name as well...:)
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