I won my elamentary skhools spelling bee when I was in 5th grade![]()
I think ever since then it has gone downnhill.
I won my elamentary skhools spelling bee when I was in 5th grade![]()
I think ever since then it has gone downnhill.
A $50 Savings Bond from the 3rd Grade raffle.
In like 1963 or 1964, my mom and I were christmas shopping right about this time of the month and stopped at the local hadware store which had a ski section about ten by ten feet big in the windows. There, in the big plate glass window, was a package for skis, boots, and poles. I begged my mom to please get me the skis for christmas. She took me in, had the guy size me for boots, skis, and poles and bought that set up for me right on the spot. I still remember how much that package for skis, boots, and poles cost.
$19.95
What's even cooler. While up at Hood this summmer and fall working on the Bros, I'd stop by and visit her, dragging TeleRob and Vets along, and thank her for that christmas gift.
I vomited up a blinking eye.
The trumpet scatters its awful sound Over the graves of all lands Summoning all before the throne
Death and mankind shall be stunned When Nature arises To give account before the Judge
Originally Posted by str8line
There's 3 L's.
Originally Posted by splat
That's beautiful.
Threw up in the center of the 5th grade pod durring western day, the school's tacos gave me food poisoning![]()
I broke my own nose twice before I was five, once with a plate and once riding a stuffed animal down our stairs, he stayed up top I went down.
I lived next to the town rope tow and from seven till I was about thirteen went skiing every night after dinner and homework. That was pretty cool, wish I could do that now.
Skiing, where my mind is even if my body isn't.
i busted my nose too! "Cracked" was the official word from the doc..
the ski area had the awesome idea to do a night activity of rafting..not down a river mind you. . but down the mountain. . . so they got the cats out and built up this 6 foot wall of snow at the bottom to stop the rafts.
the first raft goes down without a hitch. then my raft goes. and instead of stopping we JUMPED the 6 foot mound of snow. the last thing i remembered was seeing my feet against the twinkling stars in the night sky and the raft being off to the right of my field of vision. the next thing i know i feel myself being rolled over and my friend saying "her nose is bleeding" and the ski patrol wiping my face.
i was ten. and kind of bummed they couldnt put a cast on my nose for when i went back to school.
umm...otherwise i won a coloring contest once at Baskin Robbins. i think i was 7.
Originally Posted by str8line
Splat = soul
Puking at school was the best! I was in 3rd grade, the class was quiet, it was after recess, and I started feeling sick. I went up front and quietly told Mrs. Campbell. She said I could go to the nurse's office. I walked to the door, opened it and puked before I walked out. I turned around and the whole class was staring at me. Brilliant.Originally Posted by Droopy
Not really sure this is "cool shit," but....
When I was about 10 or 11, I was staying the weekend at my grandmother's. I was just about to go to bed when she called me to her room. She told me that her chest was hurting, and she was about to pass out. I called 911, and talked to the operator as my grandmother layed there having a heart attack. She passed out just as the paramedics walked through the door. At the time I really didn't think anything of it, but looking back I'm pretty proud of having a part in saving her life.
I won a drawing contest when I was in like 3rd grade and got my drawing plastered on the front of the holiday greeting card made by some company ala hallmark. It was kinda cool. Still have a couple of em.
Mine is actually a little more glamourous than puking in elementary school.....
I was spotted by a talent scout for a model/actor manager and became a child actor at age 10. I did a few commercials and mag spreads with my no front teeth smile. I did a Tylenol commercial which actually aired so i had my little fame. All the 11 year old chicks were all over me on the playground, it ruled!
Since then it has all gone downhill from there....i guess i peaked too early...
I spotted a fire in the grass lots across the street from my parent's apartment when I was 4-5. Ran inside and called 911. The Memphis FD showed up and doused what was surely just a tiny fire, but I got to get on the firetruck and got an ((official)) fireman's hat and badge. All the firefighters told me how awesome I was.
It's been all downhill since....
I raced RC cars for 3 years when I was a kid. My second and third seasons I place top 3 overall in every class I raced (1st in the indoor classes). I couldn't have been more than 9 or 10, and was handing a bunch of old dudes their asses. They'd always try to protest or raise a fuss. I was too busy chasing girls or playing video games (indoor season) to give a shit. I had a mean pit crew too. My pops had those little fuckers dialed.
I was certain that I'd be a professional rally driver when I grew up.
Remind me. We'll send him a red cap and a Speedo.
In 5th or 6th grade I entered a beach voleyball tournement and my team took second, which is quite an accomplishment considering two of my three teamates couldn't put the ball over the net to save their lives.
I played church basketball in jr. High and led the league in points and fouls. If stats had been kept for rebounds I am sure I would have led the league in that as well. Of course, it was a church league so I am sure the competion wasn't very good, but still, I enjoyed it.
I never puked i school, but I sat next to a girl that pissed herself in the middle of class, if that counts.
I'm in a band. It's called "Just the Tip."
when i was 13, my mom and i won the mother/son doubles (tennis) championship of richmond, virginia. pretty cool to be out there, battling in sports, with your mom.
when i was much younger, pre-k school young, i did my parents a favor by painting my dad's car. i used some paint that was on the shelf of the garage workbench. the paint, of course, was actually paint remover. d'oh!
One time I convinced a baby sitter that it was okay for me to eat alot of chocolate and Ice cream before bed. she seemed kind of hesitant at first, but then let me go for it. Latter that night i threw up all over the place, and scared the babysitter half to death. She called my parents and felt really really bad.
At the time, it wasnt too funny, I was puking everywhere, but now that I look back on it, that was pretty hilarious.
When I was in the second grade I had a peice of art from art class auctioned off at a charity thing. My best friends parents bought it. The best part was, it was of a skier. When I did it I had no real intention of ever skiing, but look at me now. Can we say foreshadowing...
kindergarten - told my class that my mom died, received lots of condolences up until when the principal called home and my mom answered.
- licked a slide and had my tounge stick to it, my brother was kind enough to push my off and rip open my tounge
3rd grade - started skiing
- had my gall bladder removed because it was defective
5th grade - drove a riding lawnmower into the side of my dad's truck
-hit my neighbors house on a snowmobile
7th grade - randomly passed out while walking down the hall
- won the 7th grade geography bee
- was 7th grade history student of the year
9th grade - got suspended from school for pushing my friend (lame)
- ruptured my spleen playing soccer
oddly enough all these things seem to happen on odd grades...
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I won a picture contest with the cousteau society. Also busted my head up and had to get stitches about 8 times. It went downhill quickly for me.
And another time I was playin on the playground, and decided to jump from the highest spot I could find. So I did, and landed fairly good, except my tounge was sticking out, and my head hit my knee, and I bit a hole straight through my tounge. I ran with my tounge out of my mouth to the nurses office
Sticking with Crash's "messin up the neighbors house" theme, I used to hit golf balls around my yard. I would chip them off my neighbors aluminum siding and dent the hell out of it. The neighbors were elderly chinease imigrants that didn't speak a lick of english, so they were either too deaf to hear the loud "WHACK" of the golf balls, or they weren't motivated to attempt to overcome the language barrier and speak with my parents.
I also broke more garage windows then I can count with hockey balls, baseballs, wiffleballs, golfballs, footballs, tennis balls, etc. I dented the hell out of the sidding on our own house, broke tailights, and dented my parents cars.
When I was in first grade, I spilled cherry soda all over the new carpet in the family room when my mother was in the shower. She was not happy.
In high school gym class we were playing tennis. This meant we would try to aim for the cars in the parking lot. For some reason the kids with the nice cars would park right next to the tennis courts, so the game became "see who can hit the most Mustangs." On one of my better forehand attempts, the teacher apparently didn't realize that I was aiming high intentionally and she tried to tell me to keep the rackett level. Sometimes I have the habit of saying things out loud when I should just keep my mouth shut. This was one of those times. " I don't give a shit" echoed through the parking lot. She told me she was going to call my parents and made me walk the track for the rest of the class. She must have forgot because I never heard a word about it.
I'm in a band. It's called "Just the Tip."
this one time, when i was five, i was climbing on a big rock on the beach of a deserted island in maine. i slipped and fell, face first, on to the rocks below. bled alot, got in the beached whaler with my shirt wraped around my face. my parents booked it to the next island over to the doctors house. He laid me out on his kitchen counter and put in a bunch of stitches in my chin area, with no anesthetic. my dad fainted. i still make fun of him for it...that nancy boy.
Elementary School
- First concussion while playing playground football (the endzone was the brick wall of the school)
- Second concussion from falling off a slide (my whole body went numb on that one, I didn't think that was very good)
High School
- Tipped a gravity box full of shelled corn over while driving on one of our field roads, corn spilled everywhere! Dad wasn't too upset though, he did the same thing two years earlier.
- Started our hay chopper on fire while sharpening the blades.
- Backed over a Dairy Queen drive though sign while having a snowball fight between two other vehicles. It was kind of funny, the sign stayed lit and pointed straight up. After it happend I didn't know what to do, one of my friends had the bright idea of driving away. I was driving my parents car. They got a call from the local police about the incident that same night, damn small town everyone knows everyone thing. They weren't too happy at all.
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