This is a story that I don't remember, but gets told at all the family parties. I was very little, but I'd already learned how to walk and talk. One day, my dad with rummaging through the fridge and my mom was watching TV, when the power went out. So my dad closed to fridge door and was heading out to the garage where the power box is. When he opened the door into the garage, I toddled through it with my favorite tall chair over my head. He looked at the power box and saw all of the switches turned down and all the knobs screwed the wrong ways. It didn't take much for him to figure out what had happened. He started having to lock all power boxes and hide things with dangerous buttons on them because I would set off the house alarm or reprogram things on a weekly basis.
I can't wait to hear about all your little things!
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Ha Ha That's so cute Taylor!! I've got to say my favorite memory from when I was little was when I was like 5 or so? I actually remember bits and pieces of it somehow! Shocking since I have a hard time remembering what I ate last night haha. Anywho! When I was little, my mom would work all day, since my lazy father wouldn't work, and one night when my mom came home I was playing with my dolls in the living room. Well little did I know my mother had gotten a perm after work, so when my mom walked through the door, I saw her, but because of her new curly hair I didn't recognize her and I ran screaming into my fathers room. My mother then proceeded to sit me down and explain that mommy's hair had just been curled that's all! Needless to say, my mother never got a perm ever again. The End!! haha :)
hahaha thats pretty funny. I like this post! Hm well as a kid I was always getting myself into trouble as well. My cousin is only a year older than me and we were practically inseparable. Which wasn't always a good thing, we were always getting into all sorts of trouble. I don't really remember doing this but I constantly hear about it at family gatherings. I guess one day my cousin thought it would be cool to drive my aunts car, keep in mind we were about 6 and 7 at the time. I was always the one who was more adventurous and daring, so the job of making this idea into a reality fell on me. Also keep in mind that I'm not very tall now, so at 6 I'm sure that the most I could do was reach the peddles and the wheel at the same time but this was achieved without being able to see over the steering wheel which I imagine could not have been good. Anyways, my aunt was distracted talking to my grandmother so I apparently went out and started the car and was attempting to drive away. I got a block away when my cousin went inside and suggested to everyone that they might want to get me because I was driving off. To this day I'm not quite sure how I didn't cause any damage.
I like this post, as well! So cute! :) Well, my parents always like to remind me of how much of a performer I used to be when I was really little. I guess I really really liked attention from pretty much anyone. I guess I also used to take my little boom box everywhere with me especially during parties or barbecues that my parents threw. My family tells me that I used to belt out country music--complete with a cowboy boots and hat--at the top of my lungs for anyone that would watch. I seriously don't ever remember doing any of it, but my aunt tells me she has all of it on tape. It kinda makes me cringe a little to think about it, and I honestly don't ever think I will be able to watch the videos for myself. I think its just a part of my past that I would rather not relive!
Ha ha ha. Everyone's memories are cracking me up. So here comes mine:
I was an extremely tenacious little kid, and I hated not understanding things. One night I was in my aunts van with my aunt, sisters, and a few cousins. We were around the Aztec area, which is about a five hour drive from my hometown. My aunt, being very spiritual, decided that we would all pray the rosary to make the trip go by faster. When everyone started, I became concerned and asked my older sister why everyone was repeating themselves. When I received no answer and everyone continued to "repeat themselves", I grew frantic. I started yelling and screaming for everyone to stop. When they didn't, I told my aunt to stop the car because I was going to walk home.
Ha ha ha. I have so many embarrassing little kid stories, and thanks to my good memory, I unfortunately remember most of them.
These stories are all just way too cute! Well, when I was about 8 I decided I was going to be a cute little kid and make my parents breakfast. However, I knew I'd get into trouble if I used the stove so I scrambled some eggs, cut up some potatoes, (shh don't tell I used the knife!) and put them in the microwave. Then I got some fruit, put everything on a tray and took it to my parents room. I announced that I made breakfast for them and My mother had a worried look on her face. I assured her I didn't use the stove. They looked at my meal for them and smiled. My mother forced herself to have a few bites of everything and my dad ate the fruit. Haha
Ale, I did the same thing! Haha this actually reminds me of another story though. When I was about seven, I tried to bake cookies in the microwave. That didn't really work out very well because not only was I using a microwave...it was an already baked cookie! I thought a microwave was like a big Easy-Bake oven at one point in my life. The cookie ended up bursting into flames and my dad had to run into the kitchen to extinguish it. I still remember us trying to air out the house before my mom came home from work. I felt so bad for almost causing a fire in my house that I broke down in tears when she said it smelled like burnt cookies when she walked through the door!
Fun post :) One of the stories that usually inevitably gets told is about when I was a toddler, still in diapers. My sister would always try to take my toys away from me so she could play with them herself. Well I soon outsmarted her by hiding all of my little toys in my diaper, because I knew she would not reach in there! My mom always said the first few times she found rocks and baby bottles in my diapers it would really scare her because she did not know how they got there! But then my parents eventually figured out where they were coming from. I am actually pretty impressed at my idea, but now that story gets told to everyone!
I love all these stories! I have two, one is really more about my brother:
So when I was brought home after being born, my brother wasn't too keen on sharing his mom with anyone, so I was sleeping in the bed with my parents when he came into the room and yelled "OUT!" and pointed to the door. Another time, he tried to pull off my head. :P
Then the story about me. Matthew had little kid books he was reading and I was still a little toddler/baby. We were driving in the car and all of a sudden my mom hears *riippppp*riiippppp* and Matthew saying "Meagan Rwoseee!!!" (in his little toddler accent, hence the w) and I had taken some of his books and started to tear the pages out. To this day Matthew says he won't lend me books (in jest) because I destroyed them that one time as an infant. The ironic thing is, is that now I'm a super book freak when it comes to taking care of books and the state of the cover and the pages.
Haha, these are so cute! Meagan, I espcially like yours since, mine's kind of like that but more from the perspective of an older sibling :P When my brother was first born, I was thrilled about being an older sibling... that lasted about a week until I realized that suddenly all my attention was being sucked away by this little monstrosity haha. I used to do all kinds of crazy things to get attention from my parents - he learned to talk and i'd spout off sentances (hey, I was two years old and desperate xD) I've also been told that whenever my mom would put my brother in his little baby swing, I'd run over when she wasn't looking and push him really hard and then run away and look like I was busy. haha.
These are the best!! The stories that I always hear from my family is the ones of me getting hurt! haha so these may not be the cutest, but it did leave a mark on me (and a scar!) My favorite story about myself was when I was too little to remember too much (or I might of blocked it from my head- haha) I think there was a big celebration going on, someone's birthday. And my mom loooved cooking. She was and still is amazing at it! So she decided to make this Moroccan chicken pie. Before anything else, you have to grind up the chicken to put in the pie, so we bought this little automatic meat grinder. You just put the meat in and it grinds it up. I always loved watching what mom was doing so I was on the table just hanging out and watching. Mom nicely told me to not stick my fingers into the place where the meat went, and I completely understood. But what I didn't understand was what was happening to the meat that was coming out the other side. So of course, I reached my little finger in there to find out, and lo and behold, the tip of my finger got chopped off! My parents had to take me to the hospital to get stitches, and they pulled fat and skin from somewhere on my body and I was good as new! Except for this poor chicken pie! Mom was too scared to eat it because she thought my finger might be still in it! This story got brought up on my 18th birthday, so now it is a tradtion to have this amazing pie on my birthday!
Haha awe I loved reading these! I don't know if I really havve any stories of me acting out, I'm sure there are some, or so many that I can't think of one time in particular. One thing I would do though was when they told me "Who's the prettiest girl in the world?" I would raise my shoulders to my neck and tilt my head to the side making a "cute face" haha ya the center of attention thing started young. And also Carolyn you are not the only one who started something on fire in the microwave. My sister once warmed up a bag of popcorn for 20 minutes instead of 2, but it turns out that she is now the cook out of the two of us lol.
Ooh great topic! I've heard several stories about myself when I was younger. I guess I was kind of a sassy kid!
First: My mom always tells me about this one day that she took me grocery shopping (I was like four years old at the time, maybe younger) and I think my dad was holding me or something. Anyway, I was trying to get my mom's attention saying, "Mama. Mama. Mama...Mooom. Mooom!" and I suppose I had been bugging my mom all day and so she was just trying to ignore me when finally I yelled "ROOOOSE!" in a sassy voice. You can imagine that got her attention, coming from a toddler!
Second: This one isn't really detailed, but my parents always tell me that whenever I got mad at them when I was like three, I would just put my hands on my hips and walk down the hallway away from them, shaking my booty and being a big ol' sassafrass.
Third: This one I remember on my own! And I have several memories like this one, of me just being young and not knowing about the world. Haha. I remember it was Christmas (I think--some holiday where my whole family was around and we were exchanging gifts) and someone in my family got me a ring. I was really excited about it, so I immediately put it on my middle finger and ran over to show my Uncle Mike. I wanted to be sure that he saw the ring clearly, so I gave him the middle finger! Of course, I didn't understand why everyone started laughing and why my mom told me that "that's not a nice thing to do, don't do it again."
Anyway, I guess I was just kind of a goofy kid! I loved reading everyone else's hilarious stories as well. :)
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