Made me think of the time when myself, sister and cousins fucked up a whole tub of good socks to play a game we all thought was awesome.
When I was about 11 or 12 I had this strong feeling that I was just like my family therefore I should always imitate and be around them all of the time.
This proved to be wrong.
We had to occupy our time with objects around the home place. We got creative.
One of these games consisted of placing vast amounts of socks on our feet to see who could get the most on, then get up and try to walk around. Little did we know that we were cutting off the circulation to our precious dirty feet but more alarming was that we managed to stretch out our big tub of clean socks. At the time I didn't think it was a big deal until I ran out of socks that fit because the bands that were busted and I was stuck with socks that slid off my feet. This was one of my favorite games. It hurt like hell when we put all of the sockies on our feet we would stop because we couldn't stretch out anymore socks on the cast of clothing that almost gave us Peripheral vascular disease. My mom was furious when she saw that all if not most of our socks were expanded beyond repair. She yelled. We laughed and ran away. We suffered with soggy socks.
Another game we played was throwing our boy cousin into our closet and having him change into something in the complete dark, all while listening to The Box (channel 58) music videos.
He once came out with my older sisters bathing suit, that was a priceless memory. I tried bringing this up in our not to long ago reunion from his getting out of prison...didn't go over to well. He was mad about something he did while he was a child. I laughed and reminded him. He gave me the look of death. I still laughed.
Growing up in a household with your mom, her husband, my sisters, my aunt, her children ...and possibly others, there were times when we had to be creative with our assortment of foods. We made up contests to see who would eat what. There was never a prize other than a sore asshole from diarrhea, abdominal pains or puke, I did not like to participate in these contest but they were fun to watch. One contest was to see who could eat the most jalapeños raw. My cousin won with 3 before heading off to the kitchen to get some water for his burning mouth. It was funny as hell to see the look of panic when the burn finally punched him in the throat.
Ahhh, good memories. See that's why as a parent I know to keep my sucklings busy and to keep enough food in stock.
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