Secrets from childhood
 

When I was in elementary school, I used to collect empty pop bottles (they were glass then) because I loved the sound of breaking glass.

I wonder who found my enormous heap of shattered glass when they built that new neighborhood in my old woods.:Popcorn:

My sissy and I occasionally snuck tea and toast out of the kitchen to have secret tea parties in our room. We would have been drawn and quartered if caught committing this capital offense.

When I was a little girl I used to have a friend (imaginary) named Martha:eek:

She was with me for quite a few years. Everytime I would get in trouble I would blame it on her:confused:

My mom used to freak out over Martha:cool::D

When I was 4 or 5, I walked down Norma Drive and unscrewed all the christmas bulbs on everyone's outdoor displays. Then I threw them down on the sidewalk or the road. The "POP" noise was worth the verbal lashing I got from Dad. There may have even been a spanking involved (I remember the incident too well).

I'm with ya on this one AMN... Gotta love that sound!

Tom

When I was a little girl my parents were sort of hippies. My Dad would
give me about 10 vitamins to swallow with every meal. They made me
soooo sick feeling. I started hiding them all over the house....then they
found them. I learned to stick them in the napkin and flush:cool:

I was a slow learner.:o

I ate match tops.

My little brother used to do stuff and blame me for it, then I'd get in trouble because I was older and knew better. So when he was about five and learned to write his name, I learned how to forge his "signature" and wrote it on walls and stuff so HE'D get in trouble.

And I wouldn't get undressed with the radio on, because I thought it could see me.

First off AMN~ I collected pop bottles to return to the store for 2 cents each.

A few bottles bought a nice bag of penny candy.

When I was little and would do something wrong, which surely deserved punishment, I would just start crying really hard when my Dad got home from work AND I'd never get punished. Oh yeah, I could pour it on.

Remember when your Mom would say " Just wait till your Father gets home"????

wait till you father gets home meant a trip to the garage and a piece of one by one, yeah we, wait, i learned quickly, my brother was clueless.

speaking of clueless i used a whiffle bat and nailed a rock it launched hit and broke a window a few yards down in the alley and me and jeff pasket left him with the bat and split lol, he deserved it all the times i was blamed for being the eldest like i can control him heck, they couldn't

DM thats what pop bottles were to us penny candy at clucks candy store or darbys five and dime for a new baseball