Yep, we’ve all got ’em! Care to share? Not that we have to drag out anything we don’t want to, but I think it’s safe to say that some of our skeletons have morphed into comedians over the years.
Let’s share some of the funny stuff and not get too Grim Reaperish, okay?
I’ll start. Maybe you’ll get a kick out of this.
Once when I was a kid, about so tall, we were visiting my grandparents along with our four cousins. That makes six adults and eight kids. The grown-ups chased us outside so they could play pinochle.
We went down the hillside, stretched out in a line holding hands-with my little sister at the end. And my eldest cousin touching the hot wire on the electric fence.
Of course, she snitched on us and boy, howdy, did the 7 of us get in trouble for that! At the time I felt guilty, sort of, but now it’s just a funny story of growing up in a small town.
Okay…your turn, TKZers…let’s hear those bones rattle a bit! And, do tell if one of your characters has a delicious skeleton in the closet…
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You think Annie Lee, happily married mother of four, has no skeletons in her closet? Think again . . .
Deb, I’m not sure what happened in your incident. What was the “hot wire”? What did you get in trouble for?
I have a hillside story. When I was 8 my friend Sid and I decided we’d like to have a little campfire on the dry, weeded hill behind some homes. We were going to cook something, maybe hot dogs. You can guess how that worked out. Luckily a bunch of neighbors with hoses kept the the fire at bay, the rest was put out by the Fire Dept.
I got a stern “talking to” by both the fire capt. and my dad. I was shown mercy because I told them we were trying to be little cooks, not little pyromaniacs. The capt. then said, like Jack Palance to the drunk cowhands in City Slickers who had been drinking, “Don’t let it happen again.”
Haha, Jim! Great story…it’s a wonder any of us ever survived our childhoods, what with having so much freedom back in the day.
So, my little sis was at the end of the line, which meant the current from the electric fence passed through all of us, then went to ground when it reached her. She got the brunt of the jolt. And we knew that would happen.
The grownups thought it was mean of us to stick her on the end. Go figure. 🙂
Have a great day!
I must have been four or five when my parents took me to visit friends who had a fireplace in their living room. Unlike Jim, no fire occurred. However, somehow my imaginary friends happened to be in that fireplace. So I opened the screen and politely introduced them by name to my parents’ friends, along with their two much older sons (maybe 9 or 10?). I still remember the mystified looks on everyone’s faces.
Was my face hot when they started laughing.
As a writer, I’ve grown used to those mystified looks from people who aren’t writers. Goes with the territory.
As a writer, I’ve grown used to those mystified looks from people who aren’t writers. Goes with the territory.
Too funny, Debbie! I, too, and probably everyone who frequents these halls know whereof you speak. But the fireplace angle is truly unique…
Thanks for sharing your “skeleton in the fireplace” story, and have a great weekend.
Like Jiim, my story involved matches, but we weren’t trying to cook anything…we’d made a tent with an old sheet attached to our house. I don’t know what I was trying to do, but I do know I didn’t think such a little fire could grow so fast…caught the side of the house on fire…thank goodness it only scorched the paint.
Another time we’d gone to visit my cousins one Sunday afternoon–remember when people did that–and there was this horse in a corral. My cousins dared me to ride it, and I never was one to back away from a dare, so I climbed on, new petticoat and all. Of course, the horse wasn’t too happy and ran me into the side of the corral to get me off. Tore the brand-new petticoat while my cousins ran off to tattle to my mother.
Hi Patricia…great skeletons, I say!
Your horse/petticoat story reminds me of one my husband told me of his childhood. His mother kept horses. He wasn’t much into them, but he did ride them sometimes ((but without a petticoat…). Once, as he puts it, “the horse knew I didn’t know what I was doing and tried to scrape me out of the saddle using a tree branch just over my head.” I guess horses are smarter than some people.
Thanks for dropping by today!