The story about making fun of my brother and losing my knife is absolutely true.
It happened.
You could ask my brother.
My sister still laughs at me when we talk about that time I fell out of the tree. she laughs and makes arm motions making fun of the way I grabbed at the branches.
maybe that is why I have not picked up that limb in my front yard that has been there since earlier this week when the storm blew it down. limbs scare me.
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I have now composed myself, and feel like I need to go on with this...it is so therapeutic.
I remembered just moments ago something that happened when I was 11 years old.
We were on a family vacation and had visited Yellowstone National Park the day before, with all of its geysers and other geothermal wonders.
It was early in the morning, and everyone was still in bed in the hotel room there.
As I lay there remembering the sights of the previous day, a mischievous urge came over me.
I said to my little brother, "Hey Mike, do you remember the sign warning us to stay on the boardwalk at that one geyser basin? The one that said,'Danger:Thin Crust Area'?"
"Yes I do," he said.
I replied in my fun-loving, jovial, older brother manner, "Wel, there ought to be a sign on your drawers that says the same thing."
He didn't appreciate my razor-sharp adolescent wit, and began to wail his protest.
My step-dad didn't appreciate it either, because he leaped out of bed, jerked my own belt out of my jeans lying on the floor, pulled me out of bed in just my underwear, and gave me one more thrashing.
What made this especially traumatic was the fact that when he jerked my belt out of the loops, a Camillus lockblade knife I had in a leather sheath fell out and rolled under the bed.
I didn't realize it was gone until we were way down the road and I missed it.
He refused to go back to the hotel, and the knife was gone forever.
It was especially heart-breaking because my favorite aunt had bought me that knife.
I grieved for the longest time over that...
I now believe this to be the reason I NEVER order thin crust pixxa, but always opt for hand-tossed or deep pan.
The words "thin crust" always gave me a bad feeling...now I realize why.
This is really uprooting some deeply buried things...
ROFL!!!
Your sons come by it honest.
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I've gone and done it now! I'm on Facebook!!!
My dad just used a belt -- quite effectively too. Granted, i'm sure he would like to take it to me now for some of the things I do.
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I have now composed myself, and feel like I need to go on with this...it is so therapeutic.
I remembered just moments ago something that happened when I was 11 years old.
We were on a family vacation and had visited Yellowstone National Park the day before, with all of its geysers and other geothermal wonders.
It was early in the morning, and everyone was still in bed in the hotel room there.
As I lay there remembering the sights of the previous day, a mischievous urge came over me.
I said to my little brother, "Hey Mike, do you remember the sign warning us to stay on the boardwalk at that one geyser basin? The one that said,'Danger:Thin Crust Area'?"
"Yes I do," he said.
I replied in my fun-loving, jovial, older brother manner, "Wel, there ought to be a sign on your drawers that says the same thing."
He didn't appreciate my razor-sharp adolescent wit, and began to wail his protest.
My step-dad didn't appreciate it either, because he leaped out of bed, jerked my own belt out of my jeans lying on the floor, pulled me out of bed in just my underwear, and gave me one more thrashing.
What made this especially traumatic was the fact that when he jerked my belt out of the loops, a Camillus lockblade knife I had in a leather sheath fell out and rolled under the bed.
I didn't realize it was gone until we were way down the road and I missed it.
He refused to go back to the hotel, and the knife was gone forever.
It was especially heart-breaking because my favorite aunt had bought me that knife.
I grieved for the longest time over that...
I now believe this to be the reason I NEVER order thin crust pixxa, but always opt for hand-tossed or deep pan.
The words "thin crust" always gave me a bad feeling...now I realize why.
This is really uprooting some deeply buried things...
Hmmmm....mental note to self. If Coonskinner ever comes to visit no thin crust pizza or discussions about favorite national parks. Oh, or pocket knives.
Your knife story reminded me of the only time I have ever been coon hunting. A man in our church had a family ranch in Texas of several hundred acres, cattle,etc.
Me and my two boys went camping with him on the ranch and were coon hunting that night. At first we had no luck so we decided to target practice with a pistol he had in his pickup.
Our host pinned a square of paper to a tree with his nice pocket knife for us to use as a target. When it was my turn I shot the handle of the knife. LOL!!!
We did get a coon later that night much to my son's delight. They still have the fur.
I have now composed myself, and feel like I need to go on with this...it is so therapeutic.
I now believe this to be the reason I NEVER order thin crust pizza, but always opt for hand-tossed or deep pan.
The words "thin crust" always gave me a bad feeling...now I realize why.
This is really uprooting some deeply buried things...
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Originally Posted by Ferd
maybe that is why I have not picked up that limb in my front yard that has been there since earlier this week when the storm blew it down. limbs scare me
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Originally Posted by HeavenlyOne
My mom used to make my brother and I pick our own switches.
We were stupid though.
We'd pick one and hit each other with it, looking for one that didn't hurt as bad.
By the time we got inside for our punishment, we already had the marks to prove we'd gotten it!
BBBWWWWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
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I feel an uneasy feeling, a churning in my stomach that makes me think more repressed memories are coming toward the surface from the murky depths of my psyche...
I feel an uneasy feeling, a churning in my stomach that makes me think more repressed memories are coming toward the surface from the murky depths of my psyche...
Pray, saints.
And it's all my fault!!
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