This is much like Dummies' "Dreams" thread, except just tell us any story you want to, (although I prefer it be life stories). Anything, who gives a shit?
I'll tell one from when I was young. Like, very young. So I was 3 years old when I played around in my fathers room. I sat down under a window and jumped up when I got scared by something (can't remember what it is) I hit my head on the edge of the window. There was a hole in my head that blood was coming out of. Ever since that day I have migranes.
I broke both my arms at different times. The first time I was like 5. I was climbing the furniture pretending I was a cat. I fell off the back of the couch and broke my left arm. The second time I was 8 and I was in the RV. I was on the top bunk bed reading and I decided to shift positions and I leaned against the wall that wasn't there and I fell down. I broke my right arm that time.
Kind of weird how 84% of this thread seems injured. I was stepping down under my stairs and had this thought in my head that if I jump I will be clotheslined by the ceiling, and then the stupid filter of my brain had me jump anyways. bad story..
Well, a non-injury/jizzing story here. I was 18 months old or so, and my mom was going to the store. The first thing I remember is the Weather Channel narrator in that chilling monotonous voice, talking about the 83 degree high with 50 percent humidity, and I was in the stroller. We went up the hill to the left, and onto the major road, half a mile up is the Bahama Breeze in Duluth. We get onto Pleasant Hill for a bit, and arrive at the Dollar Tree. I don't remember much, but I remember that when we got to the register, I had a Chinese paper fan in my hand, and I tried to open it, and it opened, too much. It ripped right down the middle, and I started crying, and the guy at the register gave my mom's money back for the fan, he had brown hair and some black plastic glasses on, IIRC. The next thing I remember is going back home, a porch wind thingy was on the right side of the stroller, and we had it hanging there for years before we moved up here. My mom didn't help me remember any of this.
I remember a few years ago we were launching rockets out in a field for a school project. My friend Jack was there, waiting to launch his rocket. My friend and I decided to pick on him. "Jack, do a cartwheel." "Jack, do a cartwheel." "Jack, do a cartwheel." "Jack, do a cartwheel." "Jack, do a cartwheel." "I DON'T WANNA DO A FUCKIN' CARTWHEEL!" A teacher heard him and we made him lose 10 points
Just remember, a good friend will bail you from jail, your best friend will be sat right in there with you.
