I was a good kid until a girly boy cousin came to my Grandparents house. His name was Craig and even as a 7 year old, I knew he was girly. I instantly did not like him.
I was an only child so I had to play with him and his younger sister. I was getting irked at him playing with my toys, I know I should share.
What got me is all took a walk down my Granddad's dirt road and he asked me if I believed in Santa Claus.I said of course. Then he said, there is no Santa Claus. Then he explained, it's your Mom, etc. who are giving you gifts. Then he asked his younger sister and she agreed, yes, there is no Santa Claus.
I was between crying and mad as can be. I knew I had to do something to get even. I assessed the situation, and asked him if he'd like a ride in my red wagon. He said he yes. So I pulled him on the concrete sidewalk for a while and then dumped him on the concrete.
Oh course the girly boy cried and hurt his little knee, I ran like the wind for the house. I knew I would get it. I went to my Aunt and told her what I had done. She said to get in the house, everything would be ok.
doberman3: I was a good kid until a girly boy cousin came to my Grandparents house. His name was Craig and even as a 7 year old, I knew he was girly. I instantly did not like him.
I was an only child so I had to play with him and his younger sister. I was getting irked at him playing with my toys, I know I should share.
What got me is all took a walk down my Granddad's dirt road and he asked me if I believed in Santa Claus.I said of course. Then he said, there is no Santa Claus. Then he explained, it's your Mom, etc. who are giving you gifts. Then he asked his younger sister and she agreed, yes, there is no Santa Claus.
I was between crying and mad as can be. I knew I had to do something to get even. I assessed the situation, and asked him if he'd like a ride in my red wagon. He said he yes. So I pulled him on the concrete sidewalk for a while and then dumped him on the concrete.
Oh course the girly boy cried and hurt his little knee, I ran like the wind for the house. I knew I would get it. I went to my Aunt and told her what I had done. She said to get in the house, everything would be ok.
The Dobe
On my sixth birthday we were all down at my grandparents farm and having a little party for me. After we had dinner I asked if I could leave the table and play with my new toys. I was told sternly "don't touch the icing on your birthday cake" so I immediately took my new pop gun (a little rifle with a cork attached to the barrel with a piece of string) and proceeded into the kitchen to shoot the cork into the icing and lick the icing off of it. By the time they had finished in the dining room they discovered me in the kitchen with icing on my cheeks and fingers and holes all over the cake. They had to re-ice it and they were laughing so hard I really didn't get in too much trouble (after all I didn't really touch the icing)
StillOfTheNight: I will need a few hours to compile the list
Come on, just one thing. Being bad can have it's advantages. That girly boy never came to see us again, ha. I guess they might have thought I'd bet him up the next time.
rider4u: On my sixth birthday we were all down at my grandparents farm and having a little party for me. After we had dinner I asked if I could leave the table and play with my new toys. I was told sternly "don't touch the icing on your birthday cake" so I immediately took my new pop gun (a little rifle with a cork attached to the barrel with a piece of string) and proceeded into the kitchen to shoot the cork into the icing and lick the icing off of it. By the time they had finished in the dining room they discovered me in the kitchen with icing on my cheeks and fingers and holes all over the cake. They had to re-ice it and they were laughing so hard I really didn't get in too much trouble (after all I didn't really touch the icing)
Rider, you were so bad. But they did say not to touch the icing. Now what kid could be trusted in a room left alone with a iced cake? I'm glad they thought it was funny. I always thought that the things that guys did were very amusing. I could just see you with your pop gun.
cloud747: oops..now a big one story. I watched a girl from myy balkony getting nakid
How old were you, my son. Sounds like something that needs to be confessed to a priest. That I am not. But I can give you a few hail Mary's, tell you to scram, and be better.
doberman3: Ok, I misspelled Something and made it Comething. Makes it funnier I think. I'm expecting some good stories. Maybe to rally the troops.
The Dobe
I was about 5, maybe 6 years old and had gone to K-Mart with my mom because she wanted to find a birthday gift for my dad. While there she was busy looking at watches in the jewelry department. I noticed a small display rack with necklaces and found one with a butterfly attached, so I took it and kept in in my hand the whole time. When we got home I handed it to her and said "Happy birthday mom." She knew what I had done and took me back to K-mart and asked to see the store manager. She explained everything to the manager and then he looked at me and told me about the differences of taking things and paying for them. When he got to the part about where people go to jail for stealing, I told him I didn't want to go to jail. I thought that was it for me! My mom told the manager that I would pay for the necklace and he lead us to a chashier and said something to her. My mom handed me the money and necklace and told me to pay for it and pay attention. I sat them both on the conveyer and watched the cashier ring it up and put the money in the register. Then she handed me the necklace, change and reciept.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, and also found out later that the manager had given me a 10% discount. Reflecting back on that day, I believe that manager knew that he got his point across to me. And the discount, I believe, was his way of telling me that being honest pays off.
Me&some buddies,burned the neighbours house down,for no reason really,just bored I guess.....But hey,that was rock´n´roll...We never got caught though.....
To qoute Beavis&Butthead...."Cool"...well,-that´s we thought,-not sure if they did....
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I was an only child so I had to play with him and his younger sister.
I was getting irked at him playing with my toys, I know I should share.
What got me is all took a walk down my Granddad's dirt road and he asked me if I believed in Santa Claus.I said of course. Then he said, there is no Santa Claus. Then he explained, it's your Mom, etc. who are giving you gifts. Then he asked his younger sister and she agreed, yes, there is no Santa Claus.
I was between crying and mad as can be. I knew I had to do something to get even. I assessed the situation, and asked him if he'd like a ride in my red wagon. He said he yes.
So I pulled him on the concrete sidewalk for a while and then dumped him on the concrete.
Oh course the girly boy cried and hurt his little knee, I ran like the wind for the house. I knew I would get it. I went to my Aunt and told her what I had done. She said to get in the house, everything would be ok.
The Dobe