Also, I used to listen to the spice girls and sing/dance along. I used to imagine they would all randomly walk past my bedroom window and say "omg! THIS is the girl we need in our group!"
I made up dance routines to a Santana song, Britney Spear's songs, "Bye Bye Bye", and pretty much every BSB song. I was AMAZING...in my room.
A boy at the bus stop got into a fight and his backpack tore. I brought it home thinking I could sew it back up (I was in grade 4. What kind of 4th grader knows how to sew?) anyway, we didn't have any thread, so I was like "what would the Swiss Family Robinson do?". So I "fixed" his backpack with grass.
Post by ginandjucie24 on Jul 30, 2014 10:21:07 GMT -5
When my twin sister and I were 7 years old, we were at the grocery store with our mom and we wanted candy, there was no way our mom was going to buy us any so we went to the candy aisle and opened a bag of miniature chocolate bars, we were happily eating, until one of the store workers caught us. He told us that stealing was wrong and to go find our mom. He didn't tell on us but the worst part was his name was Jesus and we felt horrible because we got caught stealing by Jesus.
Speaking of things we did on car trips, I also used to give my stuffed animals long, earnest talks about how my Mom said I could only bring two of them on vacation, and it didn't mean I didn't love them all the same, it meant that I had to give everyone a fair chance even if the others had to wait years between getting to come with us, and since these two slept in my bed a lot, I was starting with them. I'd then spend the ride to the shore lying in the backseat and staring wistfully at the trees going by, hoping the stuffed animals I left home would forgive me when I came back.
I started my own business in sixth grade. I would cut pictures of celebrities out on my teeny bopper magazines and sell the pictures to my male classmates for 10 cents a piece. The boys didn't want to be seen buying the magazines, and I only wanted BSB pictures.
Growing up we lived in a duplex with an unfinished basement. One time my brother and I used it to host a rollerblading extravaganza-exhibition.
We spent days practicing, made up about 30 little flyers (that we didn't distribute), set up every chair in the house down there and were surprised when only our parents showed up to watch us twirl around and run into things at full speed.
Did this in my culdesac, invited the whole street.
*hangs head in shame*
My best friend and I made up a dance to "YMCA" to do at her birthday (yes, it was more than just the arm movements). I got mad at my older sister because she kept dancing along.
I hated my life so much that I used to fantasize that I was a Russian princess who had been adopted out and that my "real" family was going to come back for me at any time.
I used to sneak harlequin type books from my friends' mom's home library (she was a voracious reader) and read the sex scenes over and over.
Oh and I've told this story before, but it's hilarious so I'll share again. When I was 3 or 4, my older cousin convinced me I could lay eggs. He told me to close my eyes and squat and when I did, he put a chocolate egg under my butt.
Oh and I used to pretend to be mermaids with my friends. They pretended to fall in love with handsome sailors while I insisted on playing an evil mermaid who lured then to their deaths. I had some anger issues towards men but playing a bad guy made the game more interesting.
One time in a grade school talent show, my friends and I had a whole routine set to "Black or White" by Michael Jackson. We even wore black and white. The dance included two of my friends holding me in a basket hold and then dropping me into the splits.
Also, we didn't realize until halfway through the show that we needed a name. We went with The Devil's Angels. We went to Catholic school and the talent show was in the church basement.
Post by pegasuskat on Jul 30, 2014 10:36:35 GMT -5
My grandmother owned a beauty shop, and I would stay there with her all day. I had a fasination with the razor blades, and repeatly would try and touch them with my finger tip lightly enough that I wouldn't get cut. Of course it never worked, and I probably did it 100 x over a year or two before I decided it was impossible.
My best friend and I had invisible horses. We had books with their information (name, age, height, color, personality, etc) and we'd clip photos from horse magazines to go with their information. We'd ride them, enter them in "shows" and "races". This was from like, 10-14. We eventually found AOL forums for SIM Horse Clubs. One of my horses was named Stack O' Pancakes. Her daughter was CuterThanADevilishPancake, sired by The Handsome Devil.
I was pretty lame.
I had an invisible horse, too. I would tie him to our trailer hitch and watch him run behind the car when we went places. Then I'd tie him outside to a bike rack and watch him while we ate in a restaurant.
I once found a Blue Oyster Cult cd in my mom's room and freaked the eff out because I didn't know it was a band and I thought my mom was in a cult. There were tears people.
Post by Saint Monica on Jul 30, 2014 11:04:50 GMT -5
1. When I was really little I was pissed that we didn't have a menorah.
2. When I was in third or 4th grade I wanted to become Catholic (b/c my aunte was the coolest and she had told me she would marry george michael) and insisted that I go to the religion class with the other Catholic kids in my class.
3. I was in the hospital (IDK why) and a nun came to my room and my dad greeted her with "hello sister" and I was confused b/c I thought I met all of my auntes.
In 5th grade me and my BFFS made a music video to Shoop. Mind you we were white, rural, small town kids. And we had no clue what the song was even about.
Oh. I once "pranked" my neighbor and bff at the time. I'd call her house and leave voice mails on their answering machine about how I was their cousin. One time she picked up in the middle of it and was like "Bob, is that you?" and I was all "no, what? I heard it too! Weird!"
Looking back, omg. Thank heavens her parents never said a word to me about it, they knew darn well it was me. I was doing it in innocent fun and it was just dumb.
I used to listen to the beauty and the beast soundrack, specifically the opening song "Belle", and reenact it, complete with a basket and a book that I would pull off of the shelf. I'm sure I drove my family crazy with all of that singing.
I also had a rollerblade routine set to "My Heart Will Go On". It might or might not have included a ribbon dancer.
I also had a rollerblade routine set to "My Heart Will Go On". It might or might not have included a ribbon dancer.
My first concert was Celine. I didn't know about encores at the time so when the concert "ended" I started SOBBING that she didn't sing MHWGO. Then the lights dimmed and she came back out and the oooo-ooo--ooo-ooo-ooo-oooh of the beginning started and I sobbed even harder. LOL.
We used to drive from tennessee to New Hampshire for family trips. Five of us in the car for 18 hours. One year I had one of those tape players with a microphone, and an "I will always love you" single tape. You see where this is going. I do not have the range of Whitney, and probably couldn't even stay on key then. For 18 hours....
I am surprised I made it the whole trip without getting thrown out of the car.
Post by alexithymia on Jul 30, 2014 11:17:57 GMT -5
I think it was 1st grade, I got into a fight onstage with the kid next to me during the spring music concert (he was in my spot, damnit!) The music teacher stopped the music mid-song, seperated us, and went back to the piano and conuinued the song.
My dad recorded it off the public access station and rewound and rewatched my onstage fight multiple times. He thought it was hilarious.
I was around 8 or 9. I was living up in the mountains and I was bored I guess. I had neighbors who were my age and a year younger, so all three of us walked over to what we thought was an abandoned farm house. I think it was a summer retreat for the owner but there was no one living there at the time. We started walking around the house, looking through the windows. I remember the furniture had white sheets over them. We honestly thought the house was abandoned and that it was free for the taking and that we could turn it into a clubhouse. So we broke a window and went inside. That's when my neighbor's dad drove up looking for us, I guess he saw our bicycles parked out front. He took us home and for some reason, it wasn't reported to my parents. I never got in trouble for that. We never reported the broken window.
A couple years later, those same neighbors and my parents had a falling out. The girl that I was once friends with invited just about the entire class over to her house for her birthday party. About 15 extra kids got off the bus and walked towards her house and I was not invited. I was so upset because I had to walk with them and watch them all walk on down her driveway. So I went back up to the bus stop and opened her family's mailbox and found a pink envelope that looked like a birthday card. I opened it and it was a card that was signed by her whole gymnastics team. I tore it up and threw it in the bushes. Another kid who lived on the street saw me do this, picked up the paper after I left and took it upon himself to report it to our neighbors and then he came over and knocked on our door. Little shit! I was caught and I had to walk over to her house and apologize.
Post by rageragerage on Jul 30, 2014 11:42:13 GMT -5
My sister and I would go into the woods and each would write one page of a story in a notebook, then we would switch notebooks and continue on with the story having read only the last paragraph of the others story. We thought we were hilarious and SO SMART.