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Wed 23 Apr, 2008 08:57 am
Okay, now it's time to tell a memorable story from your childhood. It can be happy, sad, touching, anything at all.
Here's mine:
When I was growing up (age 3-12) we had a corner drugstore owned by a guy named Jack, who was surly and mean and cheap and had sharp blue eyes and a chiseled look. He had a soda stand, with the Lime Rickeys, Root Beer Floats, the whole thing, but he did not like children. He scared us so much my siblings and I would never go in there alone.
One night, while eating dinner, my sister told us about a dream she'd had about Jack. A dog defecated in front of Jack's store when it was closed. When Jack arrived that morning he scooped up the poop, put it in some glass bowls and sold it as chocolate pudding.
When I was 5 a dog attacked me. It took 2 people to get the dog off of me. I kept my neck covered with my hands and arms. I don't know why I did that. I was never taught what to do when a dog attacks you. There was blood everywhere because the dog took a 4 inch bite out of my head and ripped my right ear. My sister carried me home and my dad took me to the emergency room.
TTH wrote:When I was 5 a dog attacked me. It took 2 people to get the dog off of me. I kept my neck covered with my hands and arms. I don't know why I did that. I was never taught what to do when a dog attacks you. There was blood everywhere because the dog took a 4 inch bite out of my head and ripped my right ear. My sister carried me home and my dad took me to the emergency room.
Whew. That sounds traumatic.
It was Gala. What is strange is I still like dogs, even the breed that attacked me.
Well more power to you for liking the furry friends. That's pretty interesting.
When I was really young I was terrified of spiders. I couldn't sleep at night until I did a complete scan of my room and if I found one I'd have to kill it.
As an adult, they no longer bother me.
What was the breed that attacked you?
My favorite childhood memory was when I placed a frozen goat behind the steering wheel of my brother's car.
He was late for Prom and the goat caused him much duress.
Gala wrote:What was the breed that attacked you?
Can I use that for a sig line?
Gala wrote:What was the breed that attacked you?
It was an American German Shepherd.
TTH wrote:Gala wrote:What was the breed that attacked you?
It was an American German Shepherd.
Over sexed, over paid, over here. The American German Shepards.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:Gala wrote:What was the breed that attacked you?
Can I use that for a sig line?
Gus, you can do whatever the @#!$ you want.
Gala, thanks. I look towards you for guidance.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:TTH wrote:Gala wrote:What was the breed that attacked you?
It was an American German Shepherd.
Over sexed, over paid, over here. The American German Shepards.
Gus, you left out inbred. No surprise the Shepard would snap and go after an innocent.
oh gus, how i would have liked to have been ther with you for that moment!
let's pretend...was he wearing a tux?
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