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The Craziest Reason I Ever Got In Trouble as a Kid.
Unlike the stereotype of the rule-abiding, responsible first-born (that I am now), as a child I was more interested in doing what I wanted. I mean, I knew best! And, as I have become better at today, I wasn't very good at keeping my thoughts to myself. Why should I be burdened with negative thoughts about you? You deserve to know!
Growing up, I had two best friends: BreAnne and Kelly. Hi girls! Our backyards were connected. Kelly's parents owned a condo at the beach, and every year she was allowed to bring a friend. Just one. How unfair of Kelly's parents to leave one of us out, right?!
But to keep things fair (as if that makes sense to a pre-adolescent), each year, BreAnne or I would get a turn. This one particular year, I was told it was BreAnne's turn to go. Except that it wasn't. It was my turn.
I was sure of it.
100% positive.
Without a doubt.
My effing turn.
No matter how many times I said it, or how much complaining I did, or how angry I got, there was no convincing them otherwise.
I think they just didn't want me to go. I was the "bad" kid after all.
And I was very unhappy.
So unhappy, in fact, that I took it upon myself to pick every last one of Kelly's mom's homegrown tomatoes straight off the vine and hurl each one with all my might straight down her cellar steps.
It was my turn, people.
As luck would have it, the neighborhood busy body lived right behind Kelly. And she saw me. Of course. I was always getting busted.
She promptly called my parents, and I'm sure a dozen other people in the neighborhood.
After my father questioned me, and I denied the crime (duh!), I was dragged by my elbow to face Kelly's mother and admit what I did. And apologize. Ugh.
Seriously, it was my turn.
By the way, I have been friends with Kelly and BreAnne for over 30 years, and Kelly's mom STILL tells that story to everyone!
14 friends have something to say...:
I could feel your anger bubblinb up with the tomato juice! HAHA!
So, were you still friends?
Funny story. I enjoyed this!
Verry funny post,if it's your F-ing turn then it's your turn!Loved it.
That's funny! Well I don't blame you for crushing those tomatoes . . . afterall, it WAS your turn!
Hilarious post!! Loved it :)
http://dwivedi2326.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-friend-you-use-to-be.html
That's so funny!I gotta tell you I completely understand how that felt! That's great that you guys are still friends!!
So funny that you denied it...and there was an eyewitness!
Stopping over from Mama Kat's...and I'm a pseudo-neighbor bc I live in Princeton, NJ....
Great blog! See you at Bloggy Boot Camp in Phila in Sept??
Alyson
hahahaha, that is an amazing story! I love it!
They deserved it! Or not. I'm on your side though because I root for the underdog and you seem a little underdoggy. I'm fickle like that:)
The story still makes me cry laughing. It's little K all the way.
I need a new duvet cover...if I pick out the fabric, can you make it for me :)
It was SO YOUR TURN! It was! Those tomatoes had it coming!
I cannot believe you are telling your tomato story on your blog, I always got yelled at when I told the story!!! I remember the situation so well as if it were yesterday and you were such an innocent litte kid (oh yea right) anyway, it is one of my fondest memories of you are a child, and I love you so much...then and now. Mom
So, you will ALWAYS be the infamous tomato tantrum thrower, huh? LOL What did they expect, it was your turn!
I LOVE that story! And, just so you know, it really was MY turn. Glad I don't live close enough to feel the sting of a tomato. hahahaa
Oh, and I love you! How lucky I am to have a friend as great as you after 30ish years? Ok, now I DO wish we lived closer (and do all the time!).
Miss you the most!
Love,
Bre aka - the one whose turn it was
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