Hegemone posted on Dec 05, 2008
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- That I rolled down a hill in the snow, landed on my back, saw a rainbow and started screaming bloody murder? I still don't know why.
- My friends and I (about 7 of us) went for a creek walk, found a swimming hole, and were gone for hours. We all had a blast, splashing each other, throwing each other in, etc. Our parents tanned all of our hides when we came back home around dark.
- I got so sleep deprived that I came home, sat down in front of the computer and started laughing hysterically at a number 2 wooden pencil.
- When I farted the first time in front of my husband (we ALL do it, come on now). He jumps in shock, points at me dramatically and starts SCREAMING "That was yoooouuuu!"
- My friends and I went for a walk. One of them was a "city kid" and thought we were playing a prank. He decided to kick a six foot long black snake that was lying, sunning in the grass. We ran screaming as fast as we could.
- I became a legend for phone conversations among my friends at a party. Somebody we didn't know was harassing another friend over the phone. I took the phone, started speaking to the person who got irate at me for no reason. I ended the call with "Look, you better leave my friend alone, stop threatening me and ..." *receive another threat* "Look bitch, you don't know who the fuck I am. I could be some serial killer tracking your address over the phone right now. You need to settle the fuck down, shut the fuck up and go to bed!" *click*
- I nursed 4 kittens from ages ranging from 10 to 16 days old all at the same time. Only 2 lived, as 2 of them were already far enough gone when I found them that we didn't even have time to get to the vet. I still remember them and I wish they had gotten a more fair chance.
- I was riding my friend's horse and he started bucking. A lot. My friend started panicking, I was laughing hysterically the whole time. I wasn't afraid, his bucks were very small.
- I found the neighbor's dog caught in a snare trap by using my own dog to track him. I even made it in the newspaper. I miss that dog, both of them really.
- The first time I groomed for my friend at a horse show. I got stepped on. Literally. Her horse stood on my left foot for almost a whole minute and wouldn't get off, no matter what she did (she was on him) or what I did (pushing him, smacking him, trying to pick up his foot). I made it through the rest of the show with flying colors, but boy did my foot hurt!
Did I ever tell you about those times? I didn't think so. I wish I could relive some of them. Others I'm happier having them as memories. Most importantly, I'm glad I experienced them in the first place.