What's a story from when you were a kid that your parents never let you live down?

Answer 1

i was in a store once with like most of my family...i was around 7 years old...well i really had to go to the bathroom...number one and number two...you know how that feels...well so i was trying to hold it in as much as i could...my parents wouldn't take me to the bathroom, don't remember why...so i couldn't take it and i...well...let it go...lol you should have seen the faces of my parents, aunt and uncle...they were so disgusted especially the rest of the customers...
lol well then my dad carry me to the bathroom...i couldn't go on my own cause it was too yucky to walk in that mess i had in my pants...i had to basically take off all my clothes in the bathroom and my dad had to wash them all...a guy came in later on and started laughing his a-s off when he realized i had peed and pooped on myself -.-
my family keeps on making fun of me for that still...=\

Answer 2

This would be the time I almost torched our garage. It happend long ago....you were still allowed to burn waste paper and leaves in you backyard, that's how long ago.

Anyway, one of my chores was to burn the papers every Saturday. I was 12 and considered responsible enough to handle the job (lol). The paper burner was like a wire basket about three feet high, and you put waste like newspapers, napkins, toilet paper rolls, etc. in paper bags, the bags went in the basket, and you set fire to the bag. (Whole generations of P&S'ers have no concept of burning garbage, hence the tedious explanation.) We did this at least a hundred feet from the house.

One day, my buddy and I were doing the papers, we thought it would be cool to make an Olympic Torch. We did this by wrapping a lot of newspaper around a broomstick and sprinkling (OK, dousing) it with my dad's lawn mower gasoline. We ignited the torch, and I started off on a "victory lap" or the yard. Along the way, I stepped in a hole in the yard and tripped. The torch flew out of my hands, did not extinguish itself (this was Mobil Regular burning), and landed about three inches from our wooden garage which was (thankfully) a separate structure from the house.

Did I mention it was the middle of July and we hadn't had any rain for about the previous two weeks? What grass there was went "poof." And the base of the garage started to turn different colors like, oh, beige, brown, black.

Right by the garage was our little above-ground pool (three feet high, twelve feet around, about 2,500 gallons of water...this fact will become important in a moment.).

Now the logical thing to do would have been to grab a bucket and start bailing water right on top of the imepending blaze, but no. I ran to the back porch, went under where my dad's tools were, grabbed one of those six-foot (or so) prying bars...you know, the ones that have one end flattened (and kind of sharp)? Yep. I took that pry bar and jammed the end right through the metal side of the pool and punctured the liner so that the water pressure would make a stream shoot out of the side of the pool and soak the ground and back of the garage before it turned into kindling.

That's exactly what happened, and the garage was saved....not so the pool. My dad refused to fix it the rest of the summer....I was grounded for the last five weeks of summer vacation (although I talked my way out of it after two), and I suddenly had a whole lot more chores to do. It wasn't funny at the time.

I wish I had a dollar for everytime that story gets told at family gatherings.

Answer 3

I decided to test whether or not glue would be forced out of it's container due to the force exerted by my spinning around in a circle. The answer was no, but, I then decided to squeeze the bottle. I left a perfect white line all around my room (it only overlapped by a few feet).

Answer 4

There are too many to just pick one... but the time I was learning to drive, and backed the car into a cactus is often re-told by my relatives.

Especially since I had bits of cactus sticking out from the sides of the car.

Answer 5

Halloween 1992
I was too old to trick or treat so I took my sisters.
one was dressed as a ninja like 5 million other kids
I saw a toothless meth addict dragging her into an old pick up truck.
I screamed for her to stop.
Grabbed her by the arm and tried to pull her out of the truck.
Then my sister asks, "What are you doing?"

It was another ninja. Oops
Sorry Meth Lady
Carry on

Answer 6

I was like 1 or 2 and pooped on the picnic table

Answer 7

Return from camping, I slipped and smashed my head on the driveway in the rain. 7 stitches later (They had to BEG me to get them!) I was home with a concussion and couldn't speak clearly for 3 days. I was mumbling a lot and making up silly words

Answer 8

When I was walking in the snow with my little hands in my jacket pockets, my mom told me to take them out because if I fall I won't be able to catch myself. I didn't, and I fell lol. She laughed about it then, and she laughs about it now.

Answer 9

When I was just a baby my dad had just given me a bath and he kissed my bum cheek and I farted as he did it. I am now 30 and I can't believe he still tells me about it ;)

Ahhh dads are funny!

Answer 10

when i was a baby i ate a spider, then at 2 i drank a whole bottle of mouthwash and got drunk!