C: creep
Until the age of eight, I was a very creepy kid. I was shy, quiet, anti-vocal, and lacked the knowledge of any sort of social norms. I remember selling Girl scout cookies in yet, another one of my bouffant dresses and I just awkwardly stood at the door handing a kind neighbor the order sheet. They knew what to do. In this case, my shyness paid off and I ended up winning prizes for selling the most cookies. My good friend Em even has pictures of us at her birthday parties where everyone is having a good time: eating cake, playing games, laughing, talking, and I'm in the background looking creepy, alone. I was too afraid to get involved and have to actually talk to people. This weird shyness disappeared with age. I finally found my identity: I was going to be a boy wearing men's jeans, striped T-shirts, and No Fear hats-- perfect.
D: Double Dare
Everyone has been involved in some sort of dare that has gone bad, but this one, was the worst. In first grade, my buddy Tony came by to ride bikes with me. I wasn't allowed to leave the surrounding blocks, so we mostly rode up and down the alley. That gets quite boring for the average six year old and so I came up with a great dare for him. My neighbor had all kinds of boards stacked up in a section near his garage and I dared Tony to ride right into them. Well, as a boy, he didn't turn down a dare and he rode over to them with me following closely behind. As the boards came crashing down, Tony moved out of the way and No-brains Shannon stood there. Lucky for me, the board that came crashing near my skull had nails in it. And since I inherited my mother's luck, the nail came crashing down on my head and scraping all along my face. I ran home in a blood-soaked yellow outfit. When I entered the door screaming and crying as if in a horror flick, my dad panicked and yelled, "Her nose is missing! Her nose is missing!" Again, since I have a horse shoe stuck up my butt, my eyes were ok and there wasn't any major scarring.
And, this is how I got my second set of stitches.
Thanks for a giggle and good read on this monday morning. :) (btw, you couldn't have been TOO shy if you were able to knock on doors to sell the cookies. I couldn't even leave my house and when they forced me to sit in the front of the Kmart store, I stood in the corner and didn't look at anyone as they entered....)
ReplyDeleteHaha, I went up to the houses with my mom-- never alone. I was always scared and uncomfortable, but I do like picturing you standing in the corner all Blair-Witch like.
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