Write an article for childrens magazine on the funniest episode of your life
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Answer:
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.
Tams R says
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.
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Levertis Steele says
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.
thoughtwoman says
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!
Ann Leung (kittyjj) says
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.