Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Share about a time you got in trouble as a child

There are so many instances, I just can’t narrow it down…..

Okay….

I’ve always been sarcastic. My Dad so lovingly refers to me as “smartass.”

We were hiking in Arizona. I was 14 and Evan was 4. This is important information. Evan was hiking just as much as the rest of us. My Dad was recording with our camcorder the size of a bazooka.

He looks at Evan. My little brother had beautiful blue eyes, huge lips, and a blonde mullet. He lookes up at my Dad and the bazooka with is tear-filled eyes:

“Dad, my yegs hurt.”

“Your legs hurt?”

“YES” replies little Evan

“Come on, Dad. The 4 year old is right. This sucks.” Said the outdoors girl that is me.

“Alright, let’s just see what’s at the top of this hill and then we will turn around.” Said my father, in an attempt to appease all and prolong his hike.

To which the smartass 14 year old replies: “TREES!”

That’s when the tape turns off. I am positive (and I deserved it) my Dad beat me after that. I’ve never been an outdoor girl. I love me some air conditioning. I’m not sorry.

I also love that my whole tantrum was caught on tape…all thanks to that bazooka.

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