So, for your reading pleasure, I am going to post a few lovely childhood thoughts and stories of mine.
Enjoy:
- When I was little, I thought that when people said "Shiitake Mushrooms" in order to AVOID swearing, that they were actually saying, "Shit, talking mushrooms." - Slightly ironic.
- I could not pronounce my "S" sounds, nor could I properly write the letter "S" when I was first learning to read and write. Therefore, I referred to myself as "Ammi" or "Manta" and wrote my "S"'s backwards.
- Once, when my mom was driving to work, I was sitting in my car-seat in the back. While merging onto a different freeway, another car cut her of and she started screaming obscenities. Then, when she was done, we sat in silence for a good five minutes before I stated, with perfect enunciation, "That scared the SHIT out of me."
- Whenever I used to get angry with my mom as a toddler, she would make me feel bad by saying she was going to cry and covering her face. I guess one time she made me really mad, and when she told me she was going to cry, I looked at her with annoyance and said, "CWY!" >:[
- I once climbed out of my crib, down the stairs to the first story of our house, through the living room, through the kitchen, through a small doggie-door to the garage and out another doggie-door to the backyard, all by myself. I then approached my dad who was sitting in a lawn chair drinking his coffee and said hello, causing him to spill his coffee on his pants. :]
- I definitely used to think the "hospital" was actually the "hostable".
- While singing an innocent carol one Christmas, I decided I wanted attention. While singing the verses to "Santa Clause Is Coming to Town" I was gurgling and making baby noises in the background, but nobody would stop to acknowledge me. Then, having seen that it upset people, I used the one word I knew would get people's attention - a particular racial slur starting with "N" - and strategically said it during the pause after the chorus. Needless to say, I stopped the show, and we still have the recording on tape. I was about one-and-a-half-years-old.
I can't think of anymore stories at the moment, but I will probably continue this post tomorrow.
Sleep well, everyone. :]

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