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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 09:39 PM
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Can you remember being in trouble as a tiny kid: I was 4 I think. My twin brother
and knew there was candy in the house because it was near halloween. My mom never let us eat candy, pop or dessert so we were starved for something sweet. We searched the house and found them in a cupboard in the basement. We then both got into that cupboard, closed the doors and started to eat. Mom discovered us there a little bit later.
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freshwest Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 09:45 PM
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1. Since you guys were never allowed sweets, who were they being stashed away for? Umm...
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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:04 PM
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2. I used to eat vitamins and baby aspirin to get something sweet. My mom had caught
me doing that at times. I was on a mission every day I think. She knew.
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freshwest Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:12 PM
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3. But who was being allowed sweets if you weren't? The mystery deepens...
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trackfan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:46 PM
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6. Chewable Chocks (sp?) vitamins were sometimes the closest thing to candy I could get.
I didn't like that orange flavored aspirin though.
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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:57 PM
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8. My favourite was those fizzy vitamin C large tablets that you were supposed
to put in a glass of water. I ate them straight up.
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Rhiannon12866 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 02:17 AM
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13. At about the same age, my little brother ate a whole bottle of kids' vitamins.
The doctor told my mother to give him Milk of Magnesia. So he'd drink it, the three of us had to sit there and drink it together. Something about that always seemed wrong to me... x( :rofl:
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rug Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:15 PM
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4. I had to sit in a sink for an entire afternoon in kindergarten,
Edited on Mon Dec-05-11 10:16 PM by rug
We were all sitting around a table coloring when I peed my pants enough to form a small puddle. Not yet having learned the limits of evaporation, I figured i'd just ignore it and hoped nobody noticed. Then the kid next to me dropped his crayon. When he leaned down to get it he put his hand in a warm puddle.Then he started screaming and pointing at me. The teacher came over, saw, picked me up and put me in the sink. She told me I had to stay there until I learned to raise my hand if i needed the bathroom. It's still vivid now.
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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:16 PM
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5. Awe. Poor you.
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texanwitch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:52 PM
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7. I peed my pants in Kindergarten.
The teacher had spare underware for the kids.

The teacher didn't make a big deal of it.
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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 10:58 PM
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9. That's good.
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texanwitch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-05-11 11:00 PM
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10. She was a older teacher.
Edited on Mon Dec-05-11 11:01 PM by texanwitch
I wasn't the first or last kid to have a accident.

Didn't do it again.

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MiddleFingerMom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 04:20 AM
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16. What an asshole she was... and certainly not fit to work with children.
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That must have been horribly humilitating for you. Sorry you
had to go through that.
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rug Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 07:43 AM
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19. It made me who I am today.
:crazy:
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trof Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 04:51 PM
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27. And I bet you still raise your hand.
;-)
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WillParkinson Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 05:40 PM
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28. Well I certainly hope...
It was a yellow crayon.

And, yeah, the teacher was wrong.
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 02:04 AM
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11. Oh yeah....
Fall of 1963. I was 5 years old. I used to love to sit on the basement stairs and watch my dad work in his little wood shop in the cellar. One day in November of '63, he was busy cutting pieces of solid cherry wood for the custom cabinets he was making for the kitchen. He didn't realize I was down there watching. As he miscut a piece, he muttered, "well I'll be a son of a bitch!"

Now I had never heard that before, but it was about the coolest sounding thing ever! I couldn't wait to try it out. I went up the basement stairs and into the kitchen, where my mother was fixing dinner. As I wandered into the kitchen, I proudly said, "well I'll be a son of a bitch!"

I was completely amazed at how fast things happened from there. It was the first time I realized what an impact mere words could have on others.

My Dad remembers it well. He said that was the same day Lee Harvey Oswald was shot.

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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 02:15 AM
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12. If it had been my dad he would have washed my mouth out with soap.
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 02:38 AM
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14. My mother did exactly that
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marzipanni Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 02:44 AM
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15. In first grade we put gravel in our wax paper sandwich bags
during recess after lunch, and threw them into the air. Mine landed on my teacher's head. :yoiks:
Another time I put a thumbtack on her chair (probably a prank I had heard from one of my three older brothers) but since she was wearing a wool skirt it didn't poke through, so I didn't see any reaction. Having little patience, I asked her if she felt anything. She remained perfectly calm and asked me why I did that. :shrug: :blush:
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MiddleFingerMom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 04:51 AM
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17. Kindergarten and we were all climbing into the back of a van to go to the ZOO!!!!!!
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The big classroom bully -- I'm pretty sure he SHOULD have been
in either the first or second grade, pushed me HARD from behind
and hurt me. I whirled around and punched him dead in the nose
and he, off-balance, fell out of the van and was knocked out.
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He came to in a few minutes and was fine. I'm pretty sure that
we were BOTH crying.
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As punishment, I had to stay behind (from the ZOO!!!!!) :cry:
and sit in the sandbox all day.
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I didn't care. I was the class hero and the bully seemed to not
bully kids near as much anymore after that.
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Certainly not ME!!! :rofl:
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applegrove Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 07:23 PM
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31. Brightening people's day even back then MFM.
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Nikia Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 06:33 AM
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18. When I was three, I got a hold of some stamps
Licked them and put them on various items, including furniture. I was pretending that the stamps were price stickers and that everything was for sale. My mother was very angry about it. I had no idea why though at the time.
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PassingFair Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 07:52 AM
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20. My litte brother (he was 5, I was 6) and I discovered that we could...
with careful use of a butter knife, slide the
knife into the slot in my mother's metal "bank box".

It was filled with pennies.

We took a penny, walked up to the corner store
and bought and split a piece of Bazooka bubblegum.

I can still remember how sweet that tasted!

Sadly, the flavor wore out, so, emboldened by our
success, we took several pennies out of the box and
went back up to the store.

We were waiting in line to buy more gum when
MY MOTHER AND MY AUNT walked in to buy cigarettes.

BUSTED!!!!

I can only imagine how guilty I looked, because
my mother and my aunt laughed about the incident
for years afterwards.
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OriginalGeek Donating Member (589 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 09:39 AM
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21. My mom denied til she died but
I remember VERY clearly her dragging me into the kitchen and grabbing a chef's knife and threatening to chop off all my fingers


because I had drawn on the walls with my crayons again.


She doesn't deny being mad at me for drawing on the walls - just that she was gonna chop off my fingers.


I might have been 5.


Perhaps that's why I never pursued a career in murals.
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Skittles Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 04:17 PM
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26. aw your poor mum
she lost it but felt very badly indeed about it :)
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OriginalGeek Donating Member (589 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 05:51 PM
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29. lol yeah, I think she did
so I didn't give her a hard time about it too often....


Just when I could use it to get her to make me pecan pie...."but mooooooooommmmmmm, you're only staying for a week this year and if you don't make the pie I won't have any pecan pie for Jesus' birthday!....but that's OK if you're too tired to make pie...I won't cut off your pie making fingers or anything...."



I prolly deserved the scare.
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Skittles Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 06:44 PM
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30. LOL
all parents do stuff they regret - luckily it mostly falls under the "not my proudest moment" category rather than abuse.....and yeah, kids can be quite taxing :D
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mulsh Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 10:01 AM
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22. at age 3 my twin brother and I thought it would be super cool if
we slept in the drawers of the dresser in our bed room. So early one morning we found a way to open the middle drawer, get in and close them. My twin brother, being older insisted that he get in the top one and I closed the drawer. I got in the lower one and as I was trying to close it from inside the dresser fell over on its face. Both drawers closed. My parents didn't wake up until later. When they saw the dresser knocked over, lying on its face and no adorable little twins anywhere to be seen they assumed the worst. According to my folks when the righted the dresser they found us both asleep in our drawers, safe and sound. They moved all the potentially dangerous furniture out of bedroom that morning. I didn't get my own dresser or bedroom until I was 12. I still have the dresser and the twin brother but he doesn't live with me.
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frogmarch Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 11:25 AM
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23. When I was about 8 I found
my parents' liquor in their bedroom closet (they only drank alcohol on New Year's Eve, and even then, very little). The next Sunday, I said I was feeling a little sick so I wouldn't have to go to church. When my parents arrived home from church, I was passed out drunk in their closet. I wasn't punished, but they found a new hiding place for their liquor.
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distantearlywarning Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 03:49 PM
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24. One afternoon when I was about 4 or 5, my mother's friend came over
She brought her daughter, who was just exactly my age, and we were sent to play while the grown-ups talked.

I thought it would be fun to sneak into the pantry and steal the box of cinnamon and eat it while they were distracted. So we did that.

What I hadn't realized yet was that the cinnamon mom gave me on toast was only good because it was mixed with sugar. Not quite the same thing as plain, raw cinnamon out of the box! :blush: :puke:

I don't remember being punished that day. Perhaps the adults thought the fact that we had both taken a big gulp of straight cinnamon was already punishment enough. :evilgrin:
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Skittles Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Dec-06-11 04:14 PM
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25. I burned a small hole in my dress when I was seven, playing with matches
Edited on Tue Dec-06-11 04:17 PM by Skittles
I still remember the hiding I got, and I never did that again :o
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