Three Stories to Make You Laugh and Cry

I once worked with a guy named Rick who was laughing so hard when I told him these stories, he had to lie down on the floor of his office.

Story #1

When I was about 5 or 6, I woke up having had a little wet-the-bed accident. I was embarassed and tried to make my bed to hide the evidence. But I didn't do a good job, so later my mom was remaking my bed, and she says, "Anne...did you have an accident last night?" I shouted , "no!" and ran out of the room and out of the house.

I clearly remember wandering around the garden feeling sad, picking little leaves off a shrub and thinking, "this is the worst day of my life."

Story #2

When I was 11 or so, the family took a trip to Kerry, where my dad grew up, to visit aunts and uncles and cousins. One day, my mom took all the kids to visit my dad's stepmother out in the country.

We all piled out of the car and into her little cottage where she was waiting to greet us. She said with a big smile, "ah, here's Liz and John and Michael. Where's Anne, and who's this little boy?"

Story #3

Again when I was at the awkward, freckly, lanky age of 11 or 12, and my sister was 9, she wanted to take a gymnastics class up at the community center near our house.

My dad bribed me (with swimming pool money) to take the class with Liz. It was full of girls like her - little, blonde, cute. I was a head taller than everone else, with brown short hair that my mother still cut, and I was not cut out for gymnastics.

The only part I really remember (and you will see why soon) is when we had to run around in a circle and jump over a pommel horse. All the blondies were sailing over the jump, but I couldn't do it - so I would just run around it. I was feeling very self conscious. The big room had several mothers standing around watching their little darlings, and as I lumbered past, I heard one of them say to her friend, "that boy's a bit big to be in here, isn't he?"

Comments

[Eric]

Tough crowd! Where's the love?

[jenifer]

oooph...but i'm laughing too!

[Russty Brazil]

Oh the good old days of your mum cutting your hair. I was often mistaken for a little boy as well with my short hair and hand me down t-shirts from my big brother. Sometimes being a kid just sucks. lol

[Lindy]

OMG, I too have my "he" stories. Only I was even a little older and had little bitty boobies I was so proudly sporting in my "almost" bra. Unfortunatly, I had very short hair at that time as well which led to the confusion I guess.

Childhood, what we spend the rest of our lives trying to get over!