I just remembered something.

When I was a kid, one of us kids found a rock that looked exactly like a potato. My mother put it on the coffee table in the living room and had a lot of fun watching visitors trying to figure out why a potato was sitting on a lace doily in the middle of the coffee table.

Then they would finally pick it up and find out it was a rock.

Please don't laught at this. I remember shooting a mole with my bb gun until it died and then i skinned it (just like daniel boone). I wanted to make a fur coat for my barbie dolls. I have NEVER lived that one down.....




Cheri

How'd Barbie like the fur?

Ok..I got one.

One night my mom and I decided to take a walk. We walked down to the high school, around the track twice and back home. We were on our way home and my mom fell. She didn't trip, she didn't stumble.. she just fell.
Well, her glasses frame cut her cheek a little bit. I bent over to help her up, and she looks up at me, a little trickle of blood running down her face and says "Judy, I fell." in this shocked voice.

I nearly fell over laughing. The first words out of my mouth were "No #### Mom!"

There we were, her sitting on the ground laughing and me doubled over laughing and cars going past us on the road. People were looking at us like we were crazy.

Neither one of us could stop laughing over the fact that she needed to state the obvious.

Here's two:

The first one is not only funny (well, to me at least), but a very fond memory. My dad always went to the local flea market every Sunday. I would get up Sunday mornings, get breakfast, and go downstairs to watch Battle of the Planets. Dad would always come home, hand me a Three Musketeers bar, and always said the same thing: "Don't tell your mother."

Then there was one of our family barbecues. My brother and his family, my sister and hers, me, my parents, and a few aunts, uncles, and cousins. I came up to my mother this particular time and said, "Hey, mom. How do you keep an Friend in suspense?"

"How?" she asked. I stared at her. She asked again. Again, I just stared at her.

This went on for probably a good 2 - 3 minutes before she realized that everyone was laughing except her and me, and I was just grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

BTW, my mother turns the most lovely shade of red when she blushes.

It is very interest.

when i was 4, i was playing tag with my cousin while we were waiting for my parents to finish paying for the petrol.

i was chasing her across the front of the station and then this guy in a motorcycle rammed into me full speed.

i spun 180' in the air (seriously) and slammed headfirst into the concrete. the guy just raced off.


how's this funny? all i got was a small bruise on my head and a lil scratch in the back where hed rammed me

First let me say that sometimes it seems like I have the worst luck in the world!!

I was about 10 years old and me and my brother and sisters were playing chase with the neighbor kids. I was it and was chasing my 6 year old sister. She decided to run into the house and right as I was about to go in she slammed the door. I started screaming my head off because me finger was now stuck in the door(the part where the hinges are ).

All the neighbor kids and my brother must have been in shock because they all just stood there with this look of horror on their faces. My mom was in the back of the house feeding my baby sister so it took her a minute to come open the door to see what was going on. Needless to say I was taken to the hospital. My fingernail was just hanging on by a thread of skin and for some reason they sewed it back on. I'm not really sure why they didn't just cut the nail off and let a new one grow in it's place.

Ok, now it's time for my mom to take me back to the hospital to have the stitches taken out. My 12 year old brother went with us. After they took out the stitches we were leaving and my brother was teasing me and irritating me and I started to chase him. Right as my mom told us to knock it off before someone got hurt again
he opened the door to exit and slammed the door on me and somehow it knocked me in the head hard enough to cut it open. My mom had to pick me up and rush me back up the stairs and I had to have 12 stitches put in my head!

When it came time to take me to get these stitches out it was just me and my mom, nobody else was allowed to go with us. Hmmmm, I wonder why.

OMG! You people and your childhoods! I could never rack my brain to get a memory out which would even be remotely as interesting as yours

I had a boring childhood with lots of stiches (was a bit of a tomboy) and I spend a lot of time hanging upside down (lol I guess that's why I got to be so tall) because my older brother would torture me by holding me by my ankles head facing the floor

Also when I was younger, around 2 to 3 I spend a lot of time in the closets, my bro seemed to think it was fun to shove his little sister into some dark place and close the door

LOL Pia!!!!

Dont remember much, just used to bully my sister and my cousin because I COULD

When I was a lot younger....about 6...we lived in a small town that had only one petrol station so of course thats where Mum and Dad would fill the car up....

...now every second weekend we would drive to my grandparents place 5 hours away....I would spend the whole trip in a panic that we would't get there...Why u ask...well the Service station we had in our town was a Mobil station and I thought if you used fuel from Mobil you couldn't use any other i.e Shell, Caltex etc...and Dad would of course fill up on the way to my Grandparents place and I would worry that we wouldn't get there because we had put different fuel in our car....

when i was 7 my sister, her friend, and i took a walk. we decided to sneak onto the private property that is behind our development. we walked around for a while playing in the stream, and then we came across this garden. this asian dude who had these big head phones and 80's style glasses was weeding the place. we got scared cause we were tresspassing, so we tried to hide behind this wooden structure. it was about 50 ft. high composed of 4X4's with 2X4's spanners. we decided to climb to the platform on top and "spy" on the gardener. we came up with this absurd idea that he was a chinese spy sent here to grow vegetables to make us sick. i climbed to the second spanner which was about 15ft off the ground. my sister and her friend chickened out and climbed down. the next thing i know, i was on my back on the ground with a 2X4 falling. it hit me on the jaw and i blacked out. as soon as i came to i got up and we took off to the friends house. i sat with an icepack on my jaw seeing double. we stayed there for a few hours before i went home with a huge bruise. we made up this story about me slipping on the floor and hitting my jaw on a table. my parents seemed to buy it. my jaw wasn't broken so i was ok. i did actually have a concussion though. i didn't realize it at the time, but i was seeing double for a few days and threw up a few times. we were just terrified that we had broken a law by going on this property, and were going to be sent to jail. that is one of my fondest childhood memories. i had such an awsome time with that adventure.

I must have been about 5-6 dont remember exactly. We went to visit my mothers brothers house in VT. They live on this long dirt road with hardly any other houses on it...I loved it there. Anyways my oldest cousin was about 16-17 I would guess and just got his license. He had a 1969 Plymouth RoadRunner...GOD that car could fly..lol I thought he was SO cool and he smoked Marlboro cigarettes..lol

He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride with him and he took me on a wid ride really fast down this dirt road..lol I was loving it (although yes not a wise thing to do)..when we got back to my uncles house he light up a cig and I watched him...he said you want one? I said I dont smoke those...he said NO the packs come with candy ones too you want the candy cig? I said YEAH! He gave it to me (of course it was a real cig) and I tried to eat it and got sick LMFAO I swear I wasnt all that bright as a kid

Every Sunday after church, my mom, brother and I would go shopping at HEB. I liked playing 'grown-up', so I would carry around this huge purse. Mom never got us candy, so one day I got the bright idea to borrow some from the store (hey, they had big bins FULL of candy down one entire aisle...who'd care? )

After a couple of weekends, I was spotted by this older lady who walked up to me and told me to empty out my purse. Well, I refused, and ran away, yelling over my shoulder, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers!!!"

She tracked down an employee and they both chased me down. Then I ran into mom in another aisle and the jig was up. I tried to explain that I was only taking candy because my mom deprived me of it...they didn't buy the story

Once when I was playing hopscotch with my twin sister (and I was winning), I really had to go to the bathroom, but whoever quit first always lost. I was 4 or 5. Well, I started hopscotching and wetting my pants at the same exact time. Needless to say, I got in trouble by my mom and my sister won anyway. Who says persistence always pays?!!

And a funny one about my son:

When started potty training him when he was a little over 2, but he REFUSED to do any number twos in the potty. I hadn't went for about three or four days, and we knew we had to put a diaper on him to go watch my husband play softball. All the sudden we smell this AWFUL stench downwind and my son is hiding behind a bush TOTALLY SQUATTING and making the most AWFUL grunting sounds. It was so hilarious because everyone down wind could smell and he didn't care how loud he was, he just wanted to get it out while he had a diaper on.

I have one that was not funny at the time it happened but my brother and I laugh about it now.

I was probably about 6 years old and my mother had taken all the kids - all five of us - shopping one Saturday morning. This was back when shopping was done down town on the square not at the local mall.

Well my mother had one more stop to make and after parking in front of the store she said the three oldest kids could go in but me and my brother who was 8 at the time needed to stay in the car because she was only going in for a minute (we were kinda hard to keep up with). Well as soon as my mother got out of sight my brother told me he was going into the store next door he would be right back and threatened me if I told our mother he got out of the car. Well while he is gone my mother and my other brother and sisters come back to the car and we start home - they didn't even notice that my other brother wasn't in the car and I wasn't going to say anyting because I didn't want to get beat up!!! We got about two miles up the road and my oldest brother looked over his shoulder and said 'where's jackie'??? At that point I had to tell - I have never seen my mother drive so fast - we found my brother standing on the sidewalk with a very confused look on his face!!! You can bet he never told me not to tell our mother anything again.

Well my story isn't exactly mine but its funny none the less.

Back when I was about 8 or so I was playing softball with my mom and litle brother. It was my turn to hit so I step up and hit the ball which i8n sturn smacked my brother right between the eyes. after a few minutes to calm him down my mother was up to bat. She swung and hit the ball and again it him between the eyes. After an even longer period to calm him down we decided to move him to a differnt base. (he was on first at the time) We moved hm to thrid. Once again it was my turn to hit. I hit the ball really hard and it went flying into a tree then bounced and hit my brother in between the eyes agian. After that we decided to call it quits.

The bruise lasted for weeks.

I have a good one:

When I was eight, my dad to me and my sis fishing. She was bout 5. It wasn;t major fishing, just a big pond, and mostly filled with sunfish and catfish.

We were standing on the bank with our lines in the water. We were there for about an hour, and she had caught three or four fish. Me...I caught none. I was getting so mad, that I started crying, and I threw down my pole.

My dad went to go pick it up, and he reeled it in. On the end of the line was a big ole catfish! We think it just kind of floated by, and closed its mouth on my hook, because the line made no movement.

So, after I found out I DID catch a fish, I was all smiles again, and went back to fishing.

Here's one other I just told someone the other day:

I was in sixth grade, and it was the last day of school. They usually ended the school year by having an assembly, and handing out various rewards. The kid who sat in front of me had never missed a day of school, ever since kindergarten. He was getting the perfect attendance award!!

Well, as the assembly approached, he was getting more and more nervous. About 10 minutes before it, we were getting ready to leave, and he just got so nervous, he threw up, all over his desk.

He had to go home for the rest of the day because he was sick.

The school decided to still give him the award because they realized they made him so sick, he threw up!!

Those are my best ones...

One day - I think I was about six at this time also, or however old you are when you start losing your baby teeth.

I remember my mother was sitting under the shade tree shelling peas and me and one of my brothers were westling around on the ground. Well he had hit me a little hard in the month and my mother told us that was enough - but when I stood up I felt something strange in my mouth - I put my hand in my mouth and felt blood -then one of my front teeth just fell right out. Well I hadn't lost any teeth yet - and I honestly did not know that your teeth came out and then grew back in. The tooth must have been lose already and I hadn't noticed it because I know my brother didn't hit me hard enough to knock a tooth out. But at the time I though he had and I didn't know that my tooth would grow back and I got really really upset!!! It took my mother a long time to calm me down!! I thought I was disfigured for life.

This isn't funny, just a great memory. I always had horses growing up - I got my first one when I was only three months old and kept horses until my late 20's when there was no where to ride around here anymore. The country isn't country anymore. Anyway, for my 10th birthday, I got a registered Quarter Horse mare, named "Funky Twister". My parents wrapped her in red ribbon and had her in the barn. I thought I was going to have to muck out the barn on my birthday, but instead I got a present I kept for years. She was an awesome horse and I miss her. She's in horse heaven now, grazing peacefully.

Another great present I got was a dog. Her name was Curles and she was VERY protective. Once my mother tried to spank me outside for something I'd done wrong. I was a BAD child ! Curles attacked my mom and took her down by the throat. My mama was headed for the shotgun to kill that dog when my dad reminded her that if that had been a stranger who was trying to hurt me, they wouldn't have stood a chance. Curles lived to be 17 and I still have a lock of her hair in one of my old photo albums. I miss her too.

When I was in grade school and we still lived in Kentucky, I can remember my grandmother always made homemade coffee cakes. She'd always call the school and have them tell us to stop by and pick up one to take home.
My brother and I would fight over who got to carry it home. We'd walk home carrying this warm coffeecake, which my grandmother always wrapped in newspaper, holding it up to our noses to smell the cinnamon. Then when we got home, we'd beg my mom to let us have some.
To this day, whenever I smell cinnamon, I remember those coffee cakes. They were so good.

When I was child ,I like to play with my friend.

It's very fun and happy!

when i was about 9 or 10, my friend and i had a crush on my neighbor's cousin, john, who was visiting for a week or so. we'd been getting teased for several days about the goo-goo eyes we'd been giving him, so we decided to stay away from them for a day. we were playing in my friend's back yard, when our neighbor came over and said "hey, john's at our house wearing nothing but a g-string and some hot oil!" we looked at each other, and i remember asking "what's a g-string?" and my friend said "i dunno but it sounds good!" and we ran off to see what was going on. needless to say, john was not wearing a g-string, and he was hiding behind a bush with a garden hose and sprayed my friend (who fortunately for me was a much faster runner than i) nearly 20 years later, i still get teased about that one.

and here's one that my parents think is really funny -- when i was about 3 years old, my grandma picked me up, and i noticed her watch for the first time. i said "that's a pretty watch grandma, can i have it when you die?" the sad thing is, when my grandma died, the only thing i wanted was that silly watch, because she told everyone that story, but the watch is nowhere to be found.

my funniest memory had to be when i lived in queens ny...i was about 12 and had the biggest crush on the girl across the street...so me and my cool self at 12 lol played charming and went over to her yard to talk to her...well she has a chain link fence...she was on the inside of it in her yard, i was on the outside of it on the side walk...well as i was talking to her i had my arm up on the fence and tried to be cool me lmao and hop over the fence and be all manly, well nonetheless all i managed was getting the top of the fence caught right in my armpit, left a tear in it the size of a quarter and of course i was not about to cry in front of her so i went home like nothing happened, opened the door and screamed my face off until i was blue