When we were kids my grandfather had a mean billy goat. On the farm was a sorghum mill that spun. My cousin and I got sick of the billy goat attacking us, so....
We got the goat chasing us and ran for the mill. He got his horns stuck on the mill and we got it spinning until his legs were off the ground. We laughed so hard we nearly cried as the poor goat went in circles, "Baaaaaa, BAaaaaaaa, BAAAAAA!" We got in so much trouble for doing it, but the goat never chased us again and turned out just fine.
i remember when i would tease the boys riding their bikes down the hill that would pass by my house. i would stand in the way and then move at the last min. making them think they were going to hit me so they would move and sometimes crash. well I didn't move fast enough the last tease and they boy hit me with his bike hard that I knocked out and got a fat fat lip, I never did that again!
The one of the most funny incidents I best remembered from my childhood was that as school going children, I and my cousin were advised not to watch horror films as we easily get scared. However, we were naughty children and when our family went out, we took the opportunity and watched The Exorcist in the Star Movies channel on tv. Though we were not much frightened while viewing it but at night and some following nights, we did not sleep well. Our parents noticed this and questioned us. We confessed that we watched the horror film while they went out. They admonished us. Over the years, I watched some other horror films but none matched The Exorcist in the "nightmare department"!
I was on my way walking to piano lessons when I slipped on a banana peel. Just before I was about to hit the pavement, a famous performer caught me and prevented me from hitting my head and getting hurt.
It's funny now, but it was extremely embarrassing at the time.
Memories of being a kid in the 1950s include playing Tarzan of the Apes. Kids loved to swing from rope vines, build forts in the woods. Then one day we caught a monster in our Tarzan-inspired trap! read more
Thanks for making a hub as an answer, Stephanie. That was a funny story indeed! As the old saying goes..."All's well that ends well!"
Wow some social history from the 50'site, I look forward to reading your Hub about what sounds like the good old days. Pity childhood is so fleeting!
I remember walking through a very dense bush at around 7years old, there was no one else around apart from me. After a while I cam to an abandoned house, which of course I explored. Inside I found hundreds of photos from days gone by. I began to feel uneasy and took off. I remember feeling someone hold my shoulder and pull me back. I woke in our paddock at some stage that day. For the life of me I cannot find that shack! I have no idea if I dreamt it, or what. But since that day I've always felt a lot more pull towards being open
The funniest thing I remember is something that struck the fear of God in me. I was afraid of puddles! I saw the sky's reflection in puddles and the tops of trees, and I really thought I was going to fall in the sky if I stepped in the puddle. They would take my breath away and make me dizzy. This might explain my fear of heights now. And I can't even imagine what a rainy day must have been like for me!
I was nine-years old when I decided to cook for the first time. I baked cornbread in an iron skillet and boiled chicken in an iron pot. I tried to lift the heavy pot off the eye and the bottom bumped the skillet of bread just out of the oven. The chicken broth spilled into the hot skillet of bread and began bubbling because of the hot iron. I was disappointed as I looked at the soggy bread. I tasted it and "Voila!" Cornbread dressing! I was so proud.
When my sister challenged our dad to a foot race in the front yard. She severely underestimated his long legs simply because of his age. He promptly dusted her off and she was crying with embarrassment before she finished...well after him. She needed a few moments to herself before she would let him give her a hug.
My father's skin color was very light which made the hair on his toes stand out. During summer, my father would nap in the living room with his bare feet. I would sneak up and pick his hair on his big toes. At first he thought it was mosquito attacking him and tried to fan it off. But then after awhile he found out it was me (I was about 5 at that time), he put on his socks.
I was in a dressing room, I was 16. I was in a hurry, and was trying on a pair of pants. Didn't want to take the time to take my shoes off, so I tried to pull the pants over my shoes. The door was like an old saloon door, two swinging doors that open in the middle. I began to fall, instantly I reached out to catch myself on the closest thing, the doors. They swung open and I just kept on going fell out the door on my side like a falling tree! The doors swung shut. I thought oh my gosh, there were two young cute guys at the counter just looking at me like are you kidding me. I couldn't get up either, so I just turned over on my knees and crawled back under the door. The worst part was I needed those pants for a date and I had to go out act like nothing happened and go to the desk to buy them. Well either they didn't notice or they were awful nice because they never let on or laughed when I went up there.
Funny later on in life, but not at the time - I went to my first college rush party in Freshmen year. Mom was pretty strict and had a tight 11:00 PM curfew (yes - even at that age). She 'gave me permission' to go to the party. But unknown to me at the time, we were being bused to a secret location and weren't getting picked up until 2:00 AM. She found out about it, showed up at the party, and demanded someone find me so she could take me home.
My first...and yes, my last...college party experience.
When I was a kid I used to play as a teacher,and say everyone to keep silent. even grandma must ask me my permission to go to toilet.
while watching on television, i was dreaming to jump from aircraft through parachute, but the facilities was not there. My little age motivate me why not to jump from 2 floor holding umbrella in hands. So i do as the same but didn't know it will pain more when the umbrella will change the sides with the pressure of air... Lollllzzzz
You did what? How?
My middle brother, he was definitely The Middle Child, and would always get in trouble and sent to his room. The birth order was 3 girls, 2 boys, 3 girls, and 1 boy. He was the middle child of his set of three, the middle boy, and the middle of all nine of us children. He did not stand a chance of getting caught at anything he did.
At our old house we lived in a one-story, three-bedroom. Everyone knew what everyone was doing at all times. When we moved, our parents found a two-story house. Living there was a bit harder to tell who was in trouble, but it usually came down to the common factor. The middle brother.
One day, we heard the familiar sound of my Dad sending him to his room. He said, "David, leave your brothers and sisters alone and go to your room now!!"
After a while, he was bored. We didn't have technology then, or loads of toys to play with when sent to our rooms. Grounding just gave us more time to increase our imaginations.
He proceeded to entertain himself by a rope he found in his closet. He roped all he could out of the backyard and pulled it up to his bedroom. He filled his room with bikes, rakes, and whatever he could find. He ran out of things he could reach with the rope.
Along comes the youngest child. He talks him into putting the rope around his waist. He proceeds to pull him up, but cannot get his younger brother to stop screaming.
My older sister and I go to see what was going on. We couldn't get into his room for all the stuff he drug up. He told us to go outside before Daddy hears.
We went downstairs to see two feet dangling from the kitchen window right behind my Dad's head as he was reading the newspaper. He looks up at us and asks, "Who's screaming? I sent David to his room."
We said, "We will go check it out." Then, we ran outside.
My Dad was curious as to our reactions of fear and panic and we were hoping my youngest brother could hold on until we got there. My Dad slowly turned to see where we were going. He saw the dangling feet above him. He slowly got up, went outside, looked at David, and said, "You know you're grounded for TWO WEEKS!" Then, he walked back inside and left us to get him down.
We were laughing so hard it was hard to get my youngest brother down. Finally, we did and we told David he better find a way to clear his room before Dad came up to spank him. Too late!! We heard my Dad's voice from the other side of the door yelling, "THREE WEEKS!"
We were so glad not to be David that day!
It was during the summer of my 11th grade year, and I went to see my grandma, and stayed for a whole month. I have a special affinity for embarrassing myself when see someone cute. One day we go to the grocery store after church, me wearing a dress and heels. Me and my grandmother go through the ails to find something to eat and I see this really cute guy, I occasionally glanced up at him and saw him looking at me from behind the checkout counter. When we find everything he rings us up and my grandma asks for some ribs which we outside cooking (small town stuff). She had already paid for everything so I grabbed the cart and walked to the car. As I was walking clearly in view of the cute guy and my grandma, I pass by a car which has a young kid in it probably waiting for his mom or dad. Disregarding the air I feel as I pass the car, i come closer to it to turn the cart and a gust of air hits right under my dress, making my underwear flash the kid and the cute guy. I hurriedly put my dress down and opened the car to the laughing of my sister and our cousin, they told me that the cute guy was looking at me the whole time. I practically died of embarrassment and haven't gone back since. I wish I could've had a Marilyn Monroe moment.
It's actually a mean story and my feelings now are completely different. Also what I said was a complete lie. I was 5 years old. It was a hot day so I wore a dress to school. Recess time I wanted to ride the slide. The slide was shiny and metal. I got to the top,sat down, and jumped back up. The slide was so hot the backs of my legs were red. I wanted the other children that followed me up to let me go back down the ladder. Of course,they all said "no". I started to cry and the teachers aid came over. She asked what was wrong. I told her the slide was too hot. She never touched the slide, so she kept telling me to slide down. That's when my frustration and anger spilled out. I screamed at the top of my lungs" my mommy and daddy said I don't have to listen to black people". Everything got quiet. All the children got off the ladder and I climbed down. Now,everyone was mad at me for ruining recess. My parents were furious. I was told no recesses until I said I was sorry. My recess was to sit in a chair facing the corner. No windows to look out or books to read. My parents said it was 5 days of this before I said sorry.
I remember my friend and I riding our BMX pushbikes, we both went in opposite directions around the block and we were both moving fast!
We were racing each other to see who could get back to the same spot first and we were moving fast. As we came around the corner neither of us could stop and we flew over the top of each others handlebars. We had cut and bruises but we both started laughing hard, whilst saying ouch at the same time. We both limped home together, giggling all the way
Had an airsoft war with my friends, and, like a child who was too young for BB guns, I looked down the barrel and attempted to dig something out of my gun whilst clutching the trigger tightly. As such, I shot myself just above my eye, reeled back in anguish, tripped over a soccer ball and landed into a leaf pile, and in the leaf pile was a massive pile of dog feces that I landed belly first, with my brand new jacket on. To add insult to injury, my best friend at the time then shot me in my back side and cried, "You're out!"
I had a fantastic time trying to explain the ginormous, smelly, obvious stain on my baby blue coat. I think I got a few impressive whacks from that too, or maybe that was just the nightmare I conjured up walking back home.
It's funny because, even though I was in massive pain and suffered a major case of embarrassment, I laughed hysterically and my friends joined in, clueless as to why I was laughing in the first place so the laugh fest was massive with no reason what so ever.
This was when the "Ab Roll" first came out, and I thought it was going to be ridiculously easy to use.
My mom and I were in a Walgreens, and they had one on display. I decided to pull it down to give it a shot. Once I was on the ground in a push up position, holding onto this pole on wheels, I realized it wasn't so easy. I tried to "roll" back up and fell flat on my face in front of everyone. From them on, when I was in trouble, I would just say, "Ab roll" and my mom would laugh so hard. So that memory became my way of getting out of trouble haha.
I was chased by two dogs on the same day at different times of the day.
At the age of 6 years old I ate an apple and trow up,from that year I didn't eat a apple anymore,until I m in my 30 I ate an apple an nothing happens,I think maybe is was just something wrong with myself,because they said a apple a day keep the doctor away.
I’m no more than four years old. I’m mad at Mommy for I don’t know what reason. As the youngest of the three children Mom had in four and a half years, I was always mad at somebody or something.
I announced, with all the conviction of my four years, that I was running away from home. Where I got this tactic, I have no idea. But these were cards I had never played before. So I was willing to bet beginner’s luck would win me the pot, so to speak.
Mother paused from whatever she was doing at the sink, considered what I’d said for the briefest of moments, then dried her hands on the rag she was using for an apron. She proceeded to pick me up from the spot of kitchen floor I’d staked out and to carry me out of the kitchen, through the front room, and straight to the front door.
In what seemed like one fluid motion, she opened both the wooden and screen doors, stepped across the wide porch, set me down on the top step, turned, and went back into the house, closing the two doors firmly behind her. I heard the bolt slide into the lock on the door and saw the yellow porch light flick on.
This was not going as planned.
When I was young, we had a morning glory vine growing up beside our porch. One day, I decided to smell a blue one, and I put my nose right in the center of it. I took a big whiff, and because of the suction I created, the petals suddenly 'grabbed' my nose. I was terrified...
I ran like a maniac, with my arms flailing in front of me, any time I had to pass through the narrow footpath that led to the backyard's gate between the house and the hedges. Why? Because spiderwebs, people. Sticky, sneaky, practically-invisible but obviously life-threatening spiderwebs, and the hideous creatures that spun them while snickering because they knew, they knew that a five year old girl would be their perfect prey. I shudder even now, like an old war vet remembering the battles. Then there was the time I was allowed to watch the movie "Volcano" with the family, thinking I was all grown-up and stuff. Or not. You know that game kids play while jumping from one couch to another claiming, with innocent smiles, that the ground is lava? Yeah, wasn't no game for me. I sobbed in horror on my bed after watching about half of the movie and wouldn't touch the ground for days without prancing on tip-toes and nervously staring at any crack in the earth, thinking that at any moment lava would start spewing out and that the world would clearly just explode altogether. But before you start thinking my childhood was solely fear-filled, know that I was also quite brave. So brave that I stuck my clenched fist under a snooty girl's nose and dared her through clenched teeth to make fun of my friend one more time. She never did, so I never had to punch anybody. Twenty-six years later and I haven't yet, actually...
I enjoyed my childhood days well...but now I feel to go back that days and I wanna become sweety of all.When I saw these images maked me feel like a child again....http://www.cluebees.com/trending/more/15-extremely-cute-images-to-make-you-feel-like
I definitely remember as a pre-teen teaching my brother how to cook by reading him the cookbook..and of course, I have many memories of Easter Egg hunts and various sports games with relatives at my Grandparents' house on my mother's side...
I don't remember it actually happening as I was a baby at the time but I remember years afterwards. Evidently, when I was about 6 months old we lived in a house where my bedroom and my brother's bedroom was connected by a bathroom. He was ten years old at the time and was already known for his antics. So he went in my room through the bathroom, took me out of my crib jumped to make a loud crashing sound and sent me crawling into the den where my parents and oldest brother (then 17) were sitting. They heard the noise, saw me and panicked thinking I'd climbed out of my crib - at six months old - and fallen the last bit of then way. My father and oldest brother went running out that night to get crib extensions. Now the funny part the brother who carried this out told my father and other brother what had happened before too long. I don't ever remember not knowing the story. But no one ever told my mom. So my whole life she would tell this story about how advanced I always was, not just crawling by five months but climbing out of my crib at six months. The entire family by that time knew and would glance at each other trying not to laugh. I don't remember when we finally broke it to her but I was somewhere in my mid 30's. Happy Birthday Mom!
Ahh, sweet childhood. I'm rather young but I remember it like it was yesterday. Playing outside, meeting up in groups of five or more to just hang around at the park for several hours. No cellphones, no tablets, very little video gaming. It was simple and easy. The funniest incident I can recall would have to be when I was 11. There was 3 of us growing up, an older brother and a younge sister; then there was me, stuck in the middle.
It was the summer of 2005, and my brother David (who is a year older than me) was playing with his buddy Mikey. Mikey was my brothers best friend, you know the kind an annoying young sister would have the biggest crush on. They were playing in a tree all the way at the top. I wanted to play too (so I could bbe closer to Mikey, ya know?) my brother told me, if you can climb up here you can hang out. Challenge accepted. I started making my way up the tree was ease. Suddenly, I felt a thud on my noggin. David was throwing crab apples at me to make it more difficult, or to be a jerk. Who knows. I was getting pelted one after another with the little green apples that the tree so generously supplied for his ammo. I was determined to climb, despite the pain. I just wanted to hang out with Mikey! Next thing I know, I lost my footing and I fell halfway out of the tree. Making sure to hit every branch on the way. Wham! Fell on my back. Wham! Knocked my head. Wham! Hit my stomach. Finally the ground broke my fall. The water works hit me instantly. I was balling my eyes out from the physical pain and the embarassment of it happening in front of Mikey. I decided to just run home. I couldn't handle myself. I was doing pretty good until I felt a smack in the back of my head. David threw another apple at me as I was leaving. I turn back and see him and Mikey laughing. Anda he called me a very bad word, you know, the "b" word. It broke my little heart, to be honest. How could he be so cruel? So, I turn to continue on home, and I trip on the very same apple that was just chucked at me. Causing me to run face first into a big oak tree. Are you kidding me?! I made it home only to trip on the concrete porch step. As if my series of bad luck couldn't get any worse. Scraped, bloody, sweaty, and tears just flowing, I burst through the front door. My parents are sitting there watching tv looking at me like Id just walked into the wrong house. I began telling them of my string of bad luck as they just stare at me like I'm a basket case. I had to
This is funny now, but it was not so funny when it happened. I must have been about 5. I was in the supermarket with my mom. I grabbed my moms leg, you know I wrapped my body around it like I was hugging her leg. When I looked up, it was not my mom. I screamed so loud. My mom was right there I was just not paying attention. Boy was I scared lol.
It is difficult to say. I had funny incidents but I am not able to feature one of them.
When I was 5 years old I visited my cousin for the weekend! We had the best time running around the house and watching our favorite kid movies, when we had the bright idea to play hide and seek in the house!
My cousin hid while I was counting until my uncle came over and asked what we were doing. I tried to answer as seriously as a 5 year old could, when my cousin starts randomly meowing from her hiding place. I laughed so hard I peed my pants and then my cousin peed her pants laughing at me! We both got in so much trouble that day, but it is still one of my favorite memories!!!!!
One of my best memories was the Christmas me and my family always had a huge Christmas. I remember the tall trees, and piles of presents for all us kids. And the meal preparation started like, ten days before Christmas. It was wonderful.
The best incident of my childhood, later 1950s, making tent during monsoon inside of the room to open umbrella covered by towel and staying inside to keep safe from rain water.....absolutely childish imagination!
I think when I really swallowed a coin because I don't have a pocket on that time so I hide it to my mouth and then all of a sudden the coin fall slightly from my esophagus through my stomach. On that incident. I don't know what am I supposed to do? Then my mother scolded me and she bring me to the hospital.
I've learned that We shouldn't hide a coin to our mouth hide it to our wallets or pockets.
I do not remember the event personally but I went out to my Uncles coop and changed the name tags on all the Chinchilla cages. This was far from funny at the time as they were all carefully regulated breeding specimens. However, they laughed about it for years and years. I think I was 2.
When I was a little girl, I went to take a bath. My mother had just scrubbed the kitchen floor and left the bucket of dirty soap water in the bathroom. (I must have been about six or seven.) As I went into the bathroom, my father facetiously said to me as I was walking in the door, "Now be sure to stand in that bucket of water when you get out of the tub." (You probably guessed it.) At the end of my bath, my mom yelled to me, "What are you doing in there all this time, Honey?" Puzzled about the whole situation, I responded, "Daddy told me to stand in the bucket of water, and I don't know what to do next."
I remember kicking down a sandcastle my dad had spent ages building. He was really upset with me hah
We went camping with my Dad and slept in a tent for the night. It was a bright emerald green one. In the middle of the night it started raining and the tent was soaked. Unfortunately it was not waterproof or colour fast
. We had spatters of green dye all over us. My Dad took us home after that and we all looked a bedraggled sight as we got into the welcome shelter of our cosy home.
I had a fight with my older sister so took off on my scooter and rode it about 14 miles to the nearest beach. I eventually got home but gee my legs were sore after long ride. But my bot was sorer after mum heard about my adventure.
I was admitted to St. School. Rangapara in the
2nd part of 60's.
The school buildings were under construction. So, the electricity of the building was open and wires were loosely hung on windows.
I had never seen bulbs giving lights at night. I got curious how the bulbs got bright. So, one night, while other friends were in the bed for sleep. I got up and went near the window, I took out the bulb from the holder, and I put my finger into the hole.
I didn't know whether I uttered the name, of my mother or father. The shock was so ..... I have no words to describe the shock and yell.
Then I went to bed quietly like a cat to my bed.
I had no thought if my friends might have heard me.
When I was in 1st grade I started playing soccer. My first goal was the wrong goal lol. I was so Happy and hugging everybody. Then I realized why my team wasn't hugging me. My mom was on the sideline cracking up.
I remember a funny and a weird incident that occurred in my childhood, actually while I was a teenager. One day while walking on the street with my sister , in my small town, I have noticed that someone is following us. When I looked behind me I saw a huge animal resembling buffalo bill . I was so afraid and started walking more quickly and he started running and following me closer . At the end I found a gate of someone yard and tried to enter but the big animal hit me so hard that I fell on the ground. A police officer was near us and started hitting him. People who were victims told me that the animal was only an old billy goat that escaped from his master. It was so strange accident because it happened in the center of the town where there is a lot of traffic, and the strangest thing is that I didn't recognize the animal.
My knicker elastic snapped when I was 11 as I was getting dressed after a school swimming lesson. It wasn't funny at the time... not for me anyway but there were quite a few giggles from the other girls. I was mortified and near to tears. They were those horrid, grey, flannel knickers that were part of the school uniform. When the elastic went, they were round my ankles in no time. I had to hold them up all the way back to school where the domestic science teacher sat me down in her store cupboard and got some new elastic and a safety pin and showed me how to thread the new piece of elastic through.
My funny moments are so many but I would love to share one. I grown up in village so we own a farm in my farm we had cows, buffaloes,sheep and dog.My cousin use to live in city and he use to cme to our place for vacations.One day i have to bring the buffaloe from farm to my house we use to sit on the buffalo and ride it to home that day my cousin brother wanted o ride it so i asked him to sit on it and i purposely dragged buffalo tail very badly and left it on its own and buffalo started running so badly that my cousin fell down from it and we were enjoying that moment. Childhood is very precious and i have many funny moments this is one among them
How creative to include other people's memories as your hub. One of my childhood memories is of climbing the pine tree in our front yard - all of us kids did it because it was a test of courage. As we reached a certain age - about eight, we were able to reach the lowest branch and scoot up into the tree. Next we would climb as high as we dared. And each of us, in turn, would get scared and have to be talked down. Being high in the pine tree was scary because the trunk got narrower, and the wind blew, creating a gentle sway in the tree. It felt like you might fall out.
During national anthem in the school assembly, my friend Tanika was standing
in front of me with my other friend. So, I simply knot their scarfs and when they were about to sit, they were strangled and when my teacher asked who does this. I put all the blame to the girl sitting next to me.
Firing my Dad's God.
This may not be funny in its face value but when I look back I can now see the humor behind it that actually developed my sense of independence as far as my principles in life is concerned.
My Dad was a Pastor of a Seventh-Day Adventist Church. I was born into it and being the eldest child in the family I was bombarded with all the teachings in the church. The very significant teaching that really impacted in me is the concept of hell, that if I do anything wrong even the slightest ones would be a ticket to hell so I grew up trying my best to do only what is right. One of those very grave reasons to go to hell was eating pork. One day I and my little sister were in our aunt's house aunt I was five years old then. We were partaking dinner. They had whole roasted pork that looked delicious and some crabs and lobsters on the table. Our grown up cousins were there too, five of them. It was a real banquet, I just can't remember what occasion they were celebrating, my Dad was out of town that time and Mom was not there either. In the midst of that plenty of delicious food, my sister and I only had one fried egg each, so one of my cousins, a nurse, asked me why we won't eat those delicious food, my answer was Papa will spank us if we do, cousin said, he is not here, he won't know, nobody will tell him but I answered "God is everywhere He will know and He will throw us to hell if we disobey his commandments." My cousin then replied, "Your Dad's God is a terrible God, He doesn't love you, our God loves us enough to be happy seeing us eat delicious foods, He would never throw us to hell." This really made me think. Then one day my whole family was eating in a restaurant, Dad and Mom ordered only chicken so I asked Dad to order pork too, this angered my Dad and said "do you want to go to hell?" For this I said "Papa, I am now firing your God, I had replaced him with my cousin's God, He is a loving and kind God, He will never throw me to hell even if I eat pork."
I always remember ringing bells of neighbors ...and running like mad..!
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