Strangest things you cried at as a child (husband, member, brother)
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I remember throwing a tantrum at about the age of three because somebody cut my sandwich on the diagonal instead of laterally as I liked. I was usually a pretty easy-going child but for some reason this was VERY IMPORTANT.....
I lived in Okinawa as a toddler and the only road to Okuma, the beach vacation spot, required travel thru mountain passes, with sheer drops of 100's of feet, barely made for two cars. The trip was about a 4 or 5 mile trek, but it seemed like we were on those cliffs for hours. I screamed my head off from the minute we started that climb, until we got to the beach. I can still hear my blood curdling screams and that was over 50 years ago.
I remember more than one vacation, it got to the point my brother and friends tried to cajole me out of my screams on the next trip. Didn't work.
I remember throwing a tantrum at about the age of three because somebody cut my sandwich on the diagonal instead of laterally as I liked. I was usually a pretty easy-going child but for some reason this was VERY IMPORTANT.....
My husband was the same way. He wouldn't eat any sandwich that was cut on the diagonal. It was also VERY important to him and he's VERY easy going.
My very first day of kindergarten I came home, sat on the couch with a book and cried! My dad asked me what was wrong. I said, I went to school today and I still can't read!
When I was about 5 or 6, I asked my dad why was I born a nobody? He asked what you mean? I replied well, your a pipe fitter and a dad, mom is a mom, and doctors are born doctors. I'm just called by my name, I'm a nobody! He laughed and explained you need to go to school to learn to be what you want to be. I was relieved!
My very first day of kindergarten I came home, sat on the couch with a book and cried! My dad asked me what was wrong. I said, I went to school today and I still can't read!
My very 1st day of kindergarten, I made mom promise to wait outside for me. (Would've been a five-hour wait but that didn't register on my pea brain.) Looked out the window soon after entering the classroom, and there was mom in her yellow sweater walking away. Cried my eyes out and it took quite a while for the teacher to ease the pain.
Recall that I didn't feel the least bit ashamed about that. Biggest kid in the class and the only one bawling.
My mother read me a bedtime poem about a little kitty cat climbing up to the sky and playing with the stars, then sliding down the rainbow to get home. I was about three.
"I didn't WANT the little kitty cat to slide down the rainbow! He's going to get HURT!!"
Reading the rest of the poem, pointing out the illustrations of the little kitty cat safely back on earth, and efforts to convince me that it was fun for the little kitty cat to slide down the rainbow were all in vain.
My mother had to skip that page in the bedtime story collection ever after that trauma...
When they would come on the TV, I would scream, crying my eyes out, and run out of the room like a bat out of H#ll.
I still haven't seen that whole movie in its entirety. My brother would warn me here come the monkeys!
Now my husband and I plan trips going to monkey countries so we can see them. Naked monkey's I can deal with.
There is something about a witch having control over monkeys with clothes on I do not trust.
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