Got a new idea for a game.* Let's share some of our memories - funny or sad, strange or common, etc.
A couple of rules.

1.* One memory per post, and 1 post at a time.

2.* Your memory has to have some connection to the memory posted by the last person (could happen in similar circumstances, at the same age, or same emotions, or sth completely opposite, etc.* as long as you see the connection)

3.* Explain us your connection* - why you remembered what you remembered.* Then tell us your one memory.

Hope this is not too confusing.

I am starting with something really easy so I don't have to think long and hard about the first one.* Join in!

emotion:excitement
I remember how I found this website.* Got a link from abc boards, came to check something out and stayed.* And eventually moved in ;)* Addicted.* Excited to visit the boards after each episode to discuss new clues on the boards.* First-time "tv show addict."* Amazing.* Never thought such a thing could happen to me.

I remember the start of my first real fandom addiction- it happened when I was twelve and talking to my overly hyper friend about her new favorite TV show. I broke into her frantic monologue with, "OK, hold up- now, what is the X-Files?"

I watched it that night- and so began my decent into nerdhood. ;D



edit- "TV show adict" made me think of this.

connection to X-files...

I remember I had a friend who was absolutely nuts over this show.* I could never understand that addiction.* Well, I could understand why she liked watching it, and I guess it was kinda cool sometimes, but the posters... all over her room...* the articles...* everything... everything was about X-Files...* Wow, that was a long time ago...

Now I guess I could see where it was coming from.* I bear the curse (? I kinda like it though) of Lost obsession.* :)

One of my best friends in highschool is a dead ringer for Gillian Anderson from the X-Files; thinking about that and remembering all the fun we used to have brought up a great memory ..... There were five of us that were pretty much inseparable during highschool. We did the usual teenage cruising, and hanging out but one of our favourite things to do was our home-made kareoke ..... We'd play a song on the tape recorder (yes ... this was the 80s and way before CDs, lol) and each of us would be assigned a certain part.

When the song from Bandaid "Do They Know It's Christmas" came out, I was naturally given the line .... "bitter sting of tears" as I was an avid Police fan ----- geez, I think I've always been obsessive; it all started with Bob from Sesame Street :laugh: .. I'll save that for a different memory ;)

Connection - I saw a mutant episode of X-Files when I was litte that scared the bejeebees out of me, and gave me nightmares for a long time then ---- a connection from the mutant-inbred cannibal eater people ---


A year or so later, I saw the episode of the Twilight Zone, where the lady has a mutant face or something, and they go to "fix" it, take of the bandages and go "oh sorry it didnt work" but then the camera turns and they're all pig like and she's normal and going, "wtf?".... The mutant face thingie did the tie in for me.

Twilight Zone Connection

I remember the first time I saw The Twilight Zone. I was in the eigth grade and my mom started to let me stay up a little bit late on Friday nights and then sleep on the couch. The first night I saw the Twilight Zone episode about the slot machine that came to life. Ever since then I've seen almost every single episode on the Sci-Fi Channel

Connection: almost.

I almost had a life. I almost had a career. I was almost happy once. I almost had a family, but was too cheap to buy one. I almost killed myself but it was a plastic gun and the heat was on in the Packard and, well.... I almost made my best friend cry by singing The Gambian National Anthem in Lydian Mode. Ah hell, what's the use of going on. I'm almost out of jujubes.

Connection: "I was almost happy once."

I was almost happy once too. Almost. I was missing it just barely. And then I became a cynic. And I've got to tell you life is way much harder when you are cynical, lost, sad and alone.
But the truth is it doesn't have to be that way. Life is what we make it to be. It's all about perspectives.
When you look in the mirror, you see something different from what I see, something different from what others see. And the truth? It's somewhere else. So, what have I left to do? Work with the premises I've got.
And I do love this life with all its... (put there the word you like)

(yep, what a weird post... but I am in a strange mood today, so I hope you can keep up with me, guys)

Connection:Cynical

I remember the first time I realised I was getting cynical, it was back in 6th grade, I started watching sitcoms with my folks, and I understood a lot of it.

Connection: sitcoms with folks

I have a comedy family. My brother is loves the Simpsons, my sister loves Friends. And of course: Seinfeld. My grandpa watches it everyday still. I love that show, it's just plan hilarious. Nothing is fun.

Connection: Grandpa

My grandpa was the best. Until the day he was eaten by wolves, of course.

Connection: Grandad

I love my Granddad so much, and am so proud of everything he did in his life. My first memoy of him is when I was about 5 or 6 and I was lying on the floor in my Nana and Granddads house eating smarties from the Tube. And he told me not to eat lying down because the the smartie would fall down my throat and I would choke (but somehow it was really funny and I busted up laughing)

I miss him, but he led a good life :)

connection- Choke.

I remember when my little sister (4 at the time) choked on a piece of steak, then refused to eat anything for a day and a half. My parents were worried that they were going to have to take her to the hospital and have her fed intravenously.

connection: choke/soup/eat

When I was about 5-6 years old, I hated eating this special kind of soup which was supposed to be good for me. And I also was a very stubborn kid and drove my parents crazy. I remember my mom saying that I wouldn't get up out of the table until I ate some of the soup. I sat still at the table for about half an hour till I almost cried. But I didn't because that would "break me"... My eyes were burning from tears, but I did not cry.

*what a stupid child*

connection: stupid child.....not my stupidest moment by FAR....but not terribly bright

When I was about 10 years old, a friend and I were walking down an old dirt road outside of town, and we came upon a pond with a raft beside it, so we spent the afternoon swimming and floating on the raft. On our way home, we met a man on the road. He said, "Have you girls been swimming in that pond?" We said, "Yes", and he said, "What's the matter with you? Don't you know that thing's full of leeches?" So in addition to being stupid for being out in the boonies swimming with no adult in sight and without telling our parents we were going, we picked a doozy of a spot to do it.....and on the way home, my parents found me and picked me up in the car, and said we were late for the movie we had planned to go see, so I had to go to the movie soaking wet. Brrrr.....

Connection: leeches.

Why are you talking about my brother-in-law again?

Connection: Brothers-in-law.

My father's brother-in-law, and therefore my uncle, once bought a parakeet and called him Woody. He and his wife, my father's sister, couldn't figure out for years why Woody wouldn't talk. Then suddenly, one year at around Christmas, Woody laid an egg. Woody was, in fact, a girl bird.

Connection: Bird

My Cousin (in DC) had a cockatail that flew out the window one day never to return, which broke my cousin's lil heart... but then like 6 months later while they were in vacation in Ocean City, MD, this bird flew onto the deck of their condo and just sat and sat there, and then they realized that it was in fact her cockatail... Crazy but true...

Connection: bird again

(This is actually my husband's story; hope that's ok)

A few years ago, he was visiting some friends in L.A., and was sitting out on their balcony, when he heard a terrible fight going on in the next apartment. It was apparently between a man and a woman; the man would yell and curse, and the woman would scream and begin to cry. He was starting to wonder if this was going to get serious, but then it stopped. Later he asked his friend about it, and the friend said that it was the neighbor's bird, and it happened all the time.

Moral of the story: Don't sell your parrot if you have any deep dark secrets. ;)

Connection: domestic violence

Not a nice memory, but I'll share nonetheless...

My ex and I did not have a very good relationship (the DV) and because my friend at the time kicked his ***, we broke up- cause of course I was wrong for saying anything about it! I ended up marrying that friend and now have two beautiful children with him.

:) M

Connection - Bad ex-boyfriends.

ok so he wasn't really my boyfriend.. we only 'dated' for 3 days. I was a Seinor in High School he was 2 years older than me and out of high school, I was all giddy about an older guy liking me, but when his kiss made my skin crawl I broke up with him. He stalked me for 3 months... came to my school every day and was intercepted before I even knew by my best friend (who at the time I thought was avoiding me)... I realized later what an egotist the guy was and worked my hardest to get him fired.

Connection: bad kissers

I went out with a really handsome guy but when he kissed me goodnight I was so repulsed by the way he kissed I never went out with him again.

Connection: one date

I met this really nice guy once, and agreed to go out with him. Over lunch, he was talking and eating and then he got food on his face. Now that might have been just funny, but then he threw back his head to laugh and I could see that *all* of his molars had fillings. For some strange reason, that just turned me off. I never called him back.

Connection: fillings / dentists
Feeling:Full on ticked off! :angrysanta:

When i was like 12, or something, i had to have braces.* Well the orthodontist pulled four of my teeth to "make room"
for when my teeth would straighten out, and stuff.* Come to find out recently that they don't do that anymore and now
I'm short four ( hey that's a LOST magic number ) teeth that I could use to chew this darn tough boar meat!

Connection: lost teeth

Don't feel bad; they had to pull EIGHT of mine. :( Wish they'd have had palate spacers back then.

My son got braces last year and even with a palate divider, they still had to pull two of his.

Connection: more on pulled teeth....

I had to have my wisdom teeth taken out and was to go in for the surgery at like 11... as I'm leaving work I tell my boss that I'm out the door and I'll be back as soon as it's over. He just starts laughing uncontrollably so I back away slowly and bolt. No clue why he was laughing so hard.

I didn't go to work for 3 days!!

(if you've ever had this done, you know what I mean)

connection: the teeth again....

When I was in high school, I had a wish to meet three different kinds of people.
1. Someone who was born on February 29th
2. Someone who had two sets of adult teeth
3. Someone who had two differently colored eyes.

I mentioned my "list" to one of my friends and she was able to check all three off!
SHE was actually the one who had two sets of adult teeth! She had to sit around with tea bags in her mouth after they pulled one of the sets.
She told me about two people in our class who had the other two "problems"

Stephanie

Connection: teeth again


I have two teeth pulling stories.

1) None of my baby molars would come out. I had adult teeth coming in and the pressure was so great that my baby molars actually started cracking and stuff, but the roots were still firmly in place. So I had to go to the dentist and have like 6 teeth pulled at once.

2) I had impacted bottom wisdom teeth pulled. They offered to sedate me but I said no. So when my friends had their wisdom teeth pulled I had them completely terrified because I described in detail every sound and sensation that made it through the Novocaine.

Connection:Anesthetic

Going to the Dentist:

The one thing I look forward to is that laughing gas, full on!

I ask for even when I get my teeth cleaned, and stuff.

Got to have that nitrous baby!!!

"Could you turn it up a little higher I don't feel anything yet . . .? Bwahahahah

Connection: anesthetic again

I had a dentist that used to scare the crap out of me every time I'd go, so I finally quit going. When I finally did find another dentist, it had been a while (shame on me), and I was so terrified that I got everything they could offer....laughing gas, a shot to numb my mouth, and I had on headphones with instrumental CD's playing. I think I fell asleep about three times.

connection: instrumental cds

I love to blast my music. I always have the LotR soundtracks full blast, though one night I put my Evanescence cd on right after without turing it down, and boy did my eardrums hurt. Those were some good times...

Full on Mannheim Steamroller Christmas cd's, nuff said!




and with that i hit the 850 post mark. i am tired. so it's off to sleepy time i go!

*Hiram slides out of his comfy computer chair into his super sleepy sleeping bag on the floor*

*poof*

Steamroller

A month or so ago a street near me was completely gone. They were working on the sewers underneath or something. My friend and I took a different way home so we could stop at a Walgreens and buy these speakers for her cd player. We stopped at a store and borrowed scissors so we could both listen to Enimen while we walked. The street was being finished, and we were giddy because WE HAD A STREET! It wasn't until we got to our corner (where we sit and hang out) that we realized she did not have her cell phone. I retraced our steps to the store, but never found it. On the way back I found a piece of plastic and some of the gravel from the street, and I showed it to my friend saying one of the steamrollers completing the street had destroyed her phone.

Cellphone problems

I was working at McDonalds at the time and during my break went to the bathroom, I always carried my cell on me so I caould keep track of the time (didn't have a watch) well I was in a hurry to get back to work and left my phone by the sink without realzing it and some chick stole it. She called me later that day and told me she'd return it on Friday... she never showed and on Sat I canceled the phone just in case. Turned out in a matter of two days she'd used all my minutes for the month (it had just turned over that day and the only call I'd made was a 3 minute call to my mom) and then she went over my minute costing me like 300 dollars (that's like 600 more minutes than I normally use). So in a matter of three days she used like 600 minutes... (I never used more than 200 a month).... she never paid me for the cost and T-Mobile wouldn't do anything but say it was my obligation to pay (even though she'd dupped me into thinking she was a goo sumaritan when she really stole my phone by using it) so I left them... I didn't have the $ to pay and they took it out of my deposit (it also took them like 6 months to get my deposit back to me).... T-Mobile sucks!

Phone minutes

Somehow, over the course of the past month, I managed to use 700 daytime minutes, which is in addition to the 200 T-mobile-to-T-mobile minutes that I used. That's 600 minutes in my plan, 50 minutes that they gave me for free because I called and complained about the service on day, and 50 more minutes that are going to cost me a pretty penny. My minutes just turned over today. There's a lot of people that I've been avoiding over the past week because I haven't had any minutes!

Avoiding people....


I have this mutual acquaintance, his name is Jeff. Jeff used to work with my best friend Dave. Now, he sells insurance. One day he stopped just as I was heading out, and started to give me he schpeel, and I told him that I really had to go, but to come back another day. (MISTAKE!!!) About 2 days later, I was home from work an hour or so, and chillin on the couch with Elvis (my cat, not THE KING), and I heard a knock at the door, which was odd - wasn't expecting anyone. Went to the peephole, and it was Jeff. So, I crouched down and crawled back into my bathroom (didn't want him to see shadows or movement behind the blinds. The phone started ringing - a cell # I didn't know came up on the ID....when the machine picked up, it was Jeff! He said he was wondering if I was there (um hello didn't you just bang on the door for 10 minutes???). He proceeded to call 7 times while he stood out there (as if I was REALLY not home, what good would this do?) I talked to Dave about it a few days later...and he still stalks me every now n then...I never answer the door. Guess I went from acquaintance to customer/client. (a friend would bugger off after a few attempts....wouldn't they????)

Ok - longer than I wanted to, but oh well!

connection - can't-take-a-hint-salespeople

A few years ago, I got a phone call from some company, trying to sell me something or other. (This was in the days before caller ID and all those other nifty little inventions.) When I realized what kind of call it was, I said, "No, thank you, I...." and of course, they interrupted me and kept on promoting their product. I kept saying no, and they kept right on pitching, so finally I said, "Look, I said I'm not interested, goodbye." and I hung up.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again, and when I answered it, it was this guy's supervisor! He said, "Why did you just hang up on my salesman?" I said, "The guy just couldn't take no for an answer, and I'm not interested!" He went on to tell me how rude I was, and that his representative hadn't finished talking to me, etc. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. I said, "I'm not interested!" and hung up on him, too. The phone rang several more times after that, but I just didn't answer it.

Connection: Getting rid of salespeople on the phone

My brother-in-law likes to quiz salespeople when they call on the phone. He asks them every question he can possibly come up with about their product, and can keep 'em talking for a LOOOOOONG time. Of course, they try to get him to say whether he is interested in the product, but he responds by saying< "I think so, but let me ask you a couple more questions ..." His game is to keep them talking until THEY are finally the ones to give up and end the call.

Me? I just immediately say, "No thanks" and hang up the phone.

connection: those salespeople AGAIN...

Another good way of acting nice is saying, "hold on just a minute," and walk away... :angel: Let them enjoy the silence till they get tired of it.

the salespeople

i remember .... those stupid telemarketers call and i answered. when they said their name, i immediatley screamed " oh my god! i haven't heard from you in a long time!!! i'm so glad you called me! how's your baby doing!!!" the lady said no, i'm sorry this is______ from______ calling....bla bla bla" i said "no this is not! you're just playing with me?" i kept this up until they gave up and hung up on me! that was the funniest telemarketer call i had!

Connection: phone's off the hook with someone on the line

We have a friend that we love dearly, but Lord, this woman can talk your ear off. Hubby's cell phone rang one day while we were talking, and he looked at his caller ID and it was her. He went to click the cancel button, but accidentally hit the answer button instead. We went on to have our conversation with this woman still on the phone. She didn't listen long, because she didn't know what was going on at first, and when she did, she hung up, but when I think of the things we MIGHT have said...... :-[

Connection: Friends who are dearly loved

In high school, I was visiting a friend who lived in another part of the state. We went to her school's football game. At one point, we were walking around the field, and I saw my 6'2" tall brother standing on the sideline, looking out onto the field, but he didn't see me. So I nudged my friend, pointed to my brother with a snicker, walked up behind him, and bent my knees into the back of his knees, sending him sprawling backward onto the grass ... at which point we realized that was not my brother, that was my friend's math teacher.

:-[

connection: football games

when i was in high school, i was in the band so we had to wear our uniforms during the games. i remeber when i was trying to impress a boy (that later became my boyfriend) and he kept checking out my ugly band shoes that i still had on and my uniform was only half on....ahh good times!

connection: football games

I've been to one football game, and it wasn't even my school. I was there with a friend to meet a guy. He used to be awesome, the* first time I met him he found a shopping cart left outside ORC, or Origional Rainbow Cone. The people who work there have hats that say ORC on them, and he dared me to go and ask if their boss wore a hat that says SAURON. They refuse, but one day I will work there and I will find that the boss IS Sauron! After that he pushed me around the neighborhood while my other friends walked ahead and we tried to find one of our guy friends to come out because he was sick of hanging with girls. But at the football game he ignored us. Luckily I saw a girl who is in my gym class and we hung out with her, and her boyfriend told us that our friend had had 4 beers.

gym class

when i was in gym class we had to wear these ugly yellow shorts that came to our knees and red t-shirts. UUGLLEEEEE!!!
but i still have those shorts from middle school and i squeeze in them now to clean my house in the summertime! haha...funny what clothes you will wear around the house!

shorts that come to your knees

Funny, we didn't have those. When I was in high school, I played soccer. We were just getting new uniforms and we were promised that the uniforms would look just like those that the boy's team had. Well, the boys had shorts that came down to their knees, which is very useful when slide-tackling. Instead, we got shorts that barely counted as underwear. Great. No one wanted to run in those, so we all bought our own shorts and refused to wear the uniform ones.

playing soccer

i was in soccer one year--i have asthma very severely and my first game, my dad would not leave me alona about it! we would stop running and he would run out there with cups of ICE water and dump it on my head. it ended up freezing me out instead of helping. finally i had to yell at him in front of everyone to stop...i was so cold....and my sports bra was not covering that fact up!!!!!!!! gag!!!!

the playing soccer (football)

I was in AYSO when I was a kid. It was the only sport I was ever good at. I was actually a starter. I remember the coach saying that they had to put me in "because we need to win this game" That made me feel so good. (I am the person that had to quit softball in the 4th grade because I couldn't throw overhand..., I also had to quit volleyball- I was perhaps the second best person on the "B" team- now that's embarassing!)

Stephanie

volley ball---

i went to church camp every summer and we had to play volleyball in our teams.....i hated to serve because i always hit it way off course and out of bounds. i would try to get out of it saying i had a gimp arm and they wouldn't let me NOT serve so i alway helped our team lose!

connection: good at some sports, not at others

In gym class in school, I always liked to serve because no one on the other team ever seemed to be able to hit it back when I did, so my team was happy to see me step up, lol. But, softball....not so much. About the only thing I could do was bat, and a couple years ago, the moms played the kids on my daughter's softball team, and I found out that even that isn't true anymore, lol. These are little kids we're talking about....and when I went to bat, I swung the bat around so hard I smacked myself in the back of the head! Not only that, but I hit the ball straight to the first baseman. My luminous career was over before it started.
:roflmao:

connection:ballgames

I had an embarrassing, at least to me, incident happen a few months ago. I was participating in a adults verses the 5 year olds
baseball scrimmage. It was my turn to bat. I hit the ball over the infield to left. As I was rounding second base heading to third,
I planted my left foot for another stride just at the instant the 35 pound Left Fielder dived into my knee. I when down face flat.
It was the first time since high school I had the wind knocked out of me.

Well I managed to get up and hobble of the field. For a few weeks I figured I just sprained my knee. Then I went to my Doctor
who told me the same. Then after two months of not getting better, but worse, he says," Maybe I should send you to an
Orthopedist for X-rays and an evaluation. A week later I was on the operating table having orthoscopic surgery on my knee.
That 35 # kid, I mean sweet child almost blew out my knee. I haven't been able to run since April, and I used to run marathons.
Oh well, now I've taken up Karate. I don't have to run and every time I punch something I see that kids face!

Not really!! :lol2:


:angel:

connection- children and the kneecaps.

I was chasing my 2-yr-old around the house the other day and lost him. turns out he was hiding under my bed. Anyways- when I went in there to look for him- he bit my knees!! He got a severe scolding and long time out. I had bite marks for three days!! OUCH!

Meta

bites

i work in a daycare so we have lots of "bites" so i am used to it. we have twins in my room and they fight with each other a lot! (keep in mind these are two year olds) one day, they were playing baby and one took the baby away from the other. so the other twin proceesed to bite the first twin.....she screamed lots of baby babble at her and then turned around and bit her back!!!! i couldn't help but laugh at them, though it was wrong! after i was through laughing, we had to sit down and talk about why we can't bite our sisters and that we love each other.....there have bee na few more bites, but only to each other.
breezy

connection-daycare fights

in eighth grade i was one of the 'kindergarten helpers'. Which means I went and watched the kindergarteners during lunch and then helped them to get ready at the end of the school day. Those kids can be abusive to eachother, from tackling to using sticks as weapons to just plain hitting. Not to mention the time when I was trying to get one class to get ready for quiet time. Some of the kids decided I couldn't tell them what to do, and rebelled. Soon enough all the kids were screaming at eachother, some yelling at the opthers to listen to me, the others wanting to pull out the toy bin. I tried yelling over them, but eventually I had to get my friend Caitlin (who is good at discipline, unlike me) to get them to stop.

Daycare/preschool

It's not exactly a memory, cuz I don't remember it, but my mother told me. She said I was actually kicked out of preschool because I threw an apple at the teacher!! I wasn't one to get into trouble throughout school, either!

connection - problems with preschool

When I was around 3-4 years old I started to go to school and at first I liked it because I was eager to learn things but the stupid stupid teacher wanted me to have a nap in the middle of the afternoon! And I didn't want to! So I cried not to go back to school and finally my mother talked about it to the teacher and she agreed that I could be exempted of nap if I was quiet so she gave me books to read. (I knew how to read very early)

School

I remember not really liking school until high school. I don't think there was any particular reason I didn't like it, except being a typical kid and not liking to study, etc. In HS, however, you had a lot more freedom. Choice of classes, etc..So, I liked it much better than. :)

Connection: School

My first day in Kindergarten, I was rather upset at the experience, cried a little, which put me in the spotlight, which just made it worse, but I calmed down quite a bit because one poor little girl was REALLY upset, and couldn't stop crying at all. The teacher asked her why she was crying, and the little girl mumbled something between mighty sobs and whimpers... "WHAT???" the teacher asked. "I'm not crying!" is what the little girl screamed back through the tears. "Well, then, what's all that white stuff coming out of your eyes?" By which, the teacher meant tears. Although that presented quite a creepy image to me. Later that day I was introduced to a new horror: the horror of "clay hour". The other kids were delighted, they got to play with this nasy brown-red clay. I'd never seen clay before in my life, and was horrified... I wouldn't touch the stuff. The teacher kept trying to get me to, and finally gave up, and stuck me at a table in the back of the room alone to draw on paper. Within a few days, I was joined by one poor little guy, I'll remember his name forever, Chad, who turned out to be allergic to clay and got a terrible rash... come to think of it, that might have helped to shape my approach to life and school forever.

Among the other horrors of Kindergarten: a terror of public restrooms... I would suffer unbelievable discomfort to avoid using the restroom at school.

The other Kindergartener who stopped me on the playground, told me to look into his eyes, and laughed when I looked away in great discomfort. "Did you feel that?" He asked. "I'm part Indian, and that was my soul going into yours." He then laughed a rather nasty laugh, and never said another word to me again for the rest of my life. Very strange.

And then there was that strange experience at the waterfountain on the playground behind the school... everyone else had gone inside except for me and two older kids that I didn't know. "Hey kid, wanna see something?" "Like what?" I asked, skeptical. "Something creepy." The other kid looked pretty spooked, and had already run inside. "Come here, and look in the water fountain... what do you see?" I looked, and saw something that looked a little like a big wad of reddish bubblegum. "Do you know what that is?" I shook my head, no. He grinned. "This." He put his hands over his eyes for a moment, did something to his eyelids, and when he took his hands away his eyeballs looked smaller, wrinkled, bubbly and pink like whatever was in the water fountain. "How do you like it? Get a good look, you ain't going to see anything like it again." He held up his hand, and there were a couple of white things sitting in the palm, like soft shiny white eggshells, hollow and deflated - his eyes. Then he ducked his face to the fountain, ran the water, and started making some horrible noises and laughing... I ran inside in terror. When I ran home, I tried to tell my parents all about it... "Sounds like he's flipped his lid," my dad told my mom, looking rather grave about it. Yeah, I thought, that had to be it, the kid flipped his eyelids inside out and that did something to his eyes! I relaxed, my dad knew what it was all about, and that it was something that he would worry about, so I didn't have to worry anymore. But when I got older, I realized that my dad had to have meant that I must have flipped my lid... I kept my mouth shut about anything that happened at school after that. At least that weird kid was right, I never did see anything like that again: I don't think I could handle it..


Yron

Strange experience:

When I was about 8 yrs old I slept at my grandparents house. They lived in a big two story house with about 5 bedrooms, it seemed huge to me at the time. Anyway, we all went to bed and I slept in the bedroom where my mom and her sister used to sleep. About a half hour after we went to bed I heard someone walk up the steps and I thought it was my grandma. I got out of bed and went to the stairs and it was pitch black, nothing there! I peeked in my uncles bedroom and he was sound asleep, I checked my grandparents room and they were also sound asleep. I was soooo scared I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head and finally fell asleep.

Later when I got older I told my mom about what had happened and she said that it was nothing. When she still lived at home they had plenty of ghostly happenings. She would wake up to see and shiny green figure standing in the bedroom door watching her sister and her sleep. My uncle heard someone fall down the cellar steps when no one else was at home with him. He also had the doors and windows open and close by themself. And last but not least he also had the water turn on and off by itself. My grandparents no longer live in this house but, I am sure that strange things still occur from time to time.

Strange experience:

There was this one time at band camp when . . . .oh wait . . . wrong story . . .