Phats is going to kill me for this.
But then he's going to remember what a great friend I am, and how if it weren't for me, he'd be sorely lacking yummy desserts at every game night. And furthermore, he'd be sorely lacking someone to annihilate in every game we play...especially Dutch Blitz. And who else would he text every time a tornado warning shows up? Yes, he's going to rethink that decision to kill me.
In all the Christmas and new year posts, I took a few days off from the "30 days" list, but I'm back to it! Today's topic: "A Story from My Childhood."
There are so many. Like the time I cut up my sister's bedspread and explained to my mother (who had the gall to question why I would do such a thing) that I was merely cutting wood to be like my Dad. Or the time I forgot to tell Mom it was game day at school and she sent me dressed in the frilliest dress and shiny patent leather shoes I owned. Or the time I threw up in the middle of my second-grade classroom because I was too shy to raise my hand to say I wasn't feeling well and needed to go to the restroom. Oh yes. There are many stories.
But the one I choose to tell you is one of my mother's favorites. I actually don't remember it at all, but she declares it happened, and my mother is not a liar, so I'll believe her. This alleged story took place in first grade, I think. Phats and I were in the same class. And the same reading group. (The highest reading group. We got to read chapter books like The Boxcar Children while everyone else still worked on d-o-g and See Spot run. But we wouldn't dream of bragging about that.)
Apparently at some point during our literary-filled first grade career, Phats said to me "Do you want to go with me?"
And I said, "Sure! Where are we going?"
I'm not going to go so far as to say that my ignorance toward the romantic led to still being single at 32, but I suppose it should be entertained as a possibility.
So I guess you could say Phats was my first boyfriend. (Okay he's REALLY going to kill me for saying that.) Our relationship must have been short lived, since I don't remember it and chances are good he doesn't either. But Mom (who is akin to Sylvia Fine in this respect) has not forgotten!
How about you? Any great childhood memories floating across the front of your mind today?
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8 comments:
I started so young my parents should be so proud! I will admit not remembering this, but your answer to the ? makes me laugh so naw not going to kill you!
First grade reading group I do remember it was me and you three girls and you wanted to name our group the roses or some crap like that and I was loudmouthed back then too cuz I know I put my foot down, I believe we ended up on the Comets? I also remember Kelly throwing up when we read curious george all over her book! hahahha Those were the days
Okay I'm SO glad you read this early because I've been sitting here stressing out about it! Whew. Glad my life is spared.
We were the Comets. You, me, Kristen, Kelly - and was there another one? I thought it was just the four of us. I also vividly remember Kelly throwing up in her book. I bet she'd love it that we remember that!
naw it's funny and a good story :) besides you're the dodo that didn't get it the meaning of it haha.
Yeah, I think it was just Kristen, Kelly, you, and me. I loved Boxcar Kids that book was great! we were the top dogs in that class haha, now Math a totally different story
Do you know how many years it's been since someone called me a dodo? that cracks me up!
Don't EVEN go there with the math, mister. ;)
This is totally off-topic, but I thought you might like to know that while I was talking to my mom this evening, she mentioned that she made your baked spaghetti recipe last night and all three of them really liked it...which is saying something because they rarely all agree on food.
Good work!
Christina - yay! I'm glad it was a hit! WOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!! Maybe with my resolve to get back into cooking, I can give her more opportunities for winner winner (spaghetti) dinners!
Kid story?
When I was 3, we lived in Bainbridge, MD (Navy brat), and that winter the Big Boys swung us little kids by the hands & feet ("One... two... THREE!") into some deep snow. Over and over. SO much fun!
Skye - That sounds like so much fun! I'll take any snow story that doesn't involve DRIVING in the stuff or SHOVELING it. :)
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