Weird things you did as a kid
Ever look at old pics and the memories start flooding back? You know, the ones that remind you just where your weirdness began. This is our little brother (CT on this site). We (Suzie, HRB and I) used to put him on that flattened cardboard box, put the (decorative?) sofa pillow under his little head and drag him around the house like that.  Â






October 1st, 2008 at 9:39 am
My sister and I carried our youngest sister screaming to the bathroom where we told her we were going to flush her down the toilet. The fact that she thought she would fit in the toilet made us laugh even harder. Apparently this is something that came up in her therapy later.
October 1st, 2008 at 10:10 am
Hello, safety engineer?
October 1st, 2008 at 11:05 am
as the site director of good taste i give the pillow a pass, due to fading of the picture. the linoleum , on the other hand…….rates very low….
did ct have (still have) feet problems? im not attacking ct….just sayin…..
October 1st, 2008 at 2:21 pm
This pic sort of looks like a linoleum nativity scene minus Mary, Joseph, the Three Kings and a flock of sheep and a gaggle of…of…other animals.
I had no brothers or sisters.
I didn’t really do any “weird things as a child”. Though I DID make Aerobicise Barbie and He-Man make out once. I also used to horde my money behind my toy chest. Oh, I think I also once downed an entire squeeze bottle of Hershey’s syrup.
October 1st, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Good observation LindsAy! Sherri, you need to post that picture that I sent you last night, next to the original.
October 1st, 2008 at 3:37 pm
HEY! I just realized all of my typo’s in my previous post.
Can I be “Undersecreatry of syntactical errors?”
October 1st, 2008 at 3:41 pm
i was an only child too LindsAY. i lived with my mom and grandmother in a quaint little cottage near the banks of cross lake. mom and grammaw were both pretty deaf (a moonshine still explosion in bienville parish in the 1940’s….but thats another story) as a little fella i learned to talk very loud to make my needs known to them.
however…..other adults with normal hearing thought me an obnoxiously loud little hellion. no one outside the family knew why i talked so loud and often hilarity ensued. my first day of school ….mrs. nichols first grade at judson elementary…..turned into a disaster when i thought i was quietly pointing out to a fellow scholar that i could see up lil mary snarfgaggers dress….”hey raymond, i can see her cooter.”………..i was made an example of…..!!!!
i was beaten, pinched and stared at by various teachers for numerious incidents like this untill the second grade when school authorities discovered my deaf caregivers….. by then i had a resentment of formal education that pretty much stayed with me thru to adulthood.
the upside of this is that i was never asked (at home) to turn down my radio or stereo.
October 1st, 2008 at 4:07 pm
sorry sherri i have been busy cooking: let’s see, Mel it was not nice to do that to your sister. You should be ashamed only certain things can go down the toilet like dead fish
and Tommy, I got nothing
October 1st, 2008 at 4:30 pm
sigh……
October 1st, 2008 at 4:49 pm
Looking back on it all now, I suppose it was all in preparation for my current job in marketing…but when I was 7 years old I used to clip coupons out, put them in an envelope and go door to door trying to sell people $2.00 worth of coupons for 25 cents. I also set up a mudpie stand where I successful sold 1 pie. I swear we weren’t super poor.
October 1st, 2008 at 6:11 pm
I was an only child as well, but I look back in horror at how we treated my grandmother’s quilts! The cousins used them for forts, drug the youngest DOWN THE ROAD on one, spilled Kool Aid all over them and never thought twice.
Wish I still had one.
October 1st, 2008 at 6:59 pm
CT, tried to post it in place of this one…couldn’t get it to save. What did you do…rip it off from Chuck Norris’ site? Email it to me as an attachment or try something else…it’s hysterical!
October 1st, 2008 at 7:04 pm
tommy (dir. of good taste) and Mel (decorator), what about the not-quite-olive-green-enough-for-the-time, yet not lime green bar stools?
BTW, I can’t believe you can tell that’s linoleum! That was in OKC, where the wind came sweeping down the plain and blew an inch of dirt under the kitchen door and onto the floor everyday. I know because we had to sweep it. Child abuse.
October 2nd, 2008 at 9:55 am
Was the corn as high as an elephant’s eye?
October 2nd, 2008 at 12:05 pm
Decorator: Linoleum is making a comeback but I can’t say that pattern is in great demand.
Denise, don’t worry about the quilts. All us grandkids made forts and pallets with my grandmother’s quilt and she loved that we used them and they weren’t put away.
October 2nd, 2008 at 2:57 pm
ok… that floor is vintage asphalt or vinyl asbestos. Based on the lighter color I would say vinyl asbestos (circa 1930-1976).
What were you thinking dragging poor lil CT round on that biohazard… most likely bumping his head up against baseboards containing LEAD PAINT!!! Imagine you had him break old thermometers so you all could play with the MERCURY!!!
amazing any of you are alive today!!!
brings me to the what would be considered weird by today’s standards… instead of video games, we went outside and threw rocks and beat each other with sticks! awww, the good ol days.
October 2nd, 2008 at 4:49 pm
Is this exclusively for what you did as a kid? What about if you’re a kid at heart and you do weird things?
October 2nd, 2008 at 5:37 pm
jchristie, quit trying to get us to drag you around the workplace on a piece of cardboard.
October 2nd, 2008 at 7:28 pm
When I was a kid, too young to know any better, my sisters used to put makeup on my and dress me like a woman. Relatively speaking, being draged around on the floor is way cooler than being dressed in drag. The psychological scars are deeper than I can go into here.
October 2nd, 2008 at 7:31 pm
HRB..I have a picture of that! And….I’m sorry.
Other than that, want to see the pic?
October 2nd, 2008 at 7:47 pm
No way. How am I just now hearing about this?
October 2nd, 2008 at 10:22 pm
Post the pic if you like, but know that I’m sending the bill for my sex change to you and Suzie.
October 2nd, 2008 at 11:10 pm
CT, you weren’t born yet. Alright, HRB, but please never show my nephew-to-be this picture. He needs a fresh untainted start in life.
October 3rd, 2008 at 12:53 am
We used to play with mercury! REALLY! I have no idea why we even had it at the house, but for some reason it seemed to be plentiful in Amarillo, Texas, in the mid-60’s - early-70’s. We’d roll it around on the dinner table and bust a big shiny ball of it into about a thousand tiny little elusive balls…then try to roll them all back into one big ball again! I think I was the only one (of 4 kids) who actually ingested any distinguishable amount of the stuff. Mom always kept the Syrup of Ipecac handy!
October 3rd, 2008 at 12:56 am
Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish and he’ll have mercury poisoning in a month’s time!
October 3rd, 2008 at 8:58 am
But how else will I be able to fulfill my dream of starting a Louisiana Iditarod?
October 3rd, 2008 at 9:13 am
theD1, they call out Hazmat teams for a drop of mercury now!
You ate some?
October 5th, 2008 at 1:15 am
…and lived to tell (STDC) about it!