Hello and welcome to the blog hop! It’s been a busy week trying to get back into the swing of things. I am writing this post early because I’ve entered a short story writing contest that has to be 2500 words or less and I have 8 days to do it! It kicks off tonight, so while I have the time I’m writing this post.
I’m a little nervous, I did this contest once before and made it to the second round but not any farther. I’m hoping my creative juices will be flowing so that I will be able to get out a good story in such a short amount of time, especially with kid activities and work. Wish me luck!
In the meantime if you missed what the talented Brenda Margriet had to say, just click and pop back.
Today the wonderful A.S. Fenichel asks us:
We all have stories from our childhood; good, bad and ridiculous. Tell us a your favorite story from when you were a kid.
I don’t know if this is my favourite story but it’s one that I always remember no matter how old I get. I do have quite the funny, embarrassing one… When I was in grade six you go on a week long outdoor ed camping in cabins trip with your entire grade level. It’s really fun because you are away from your parents for a whole week and when you’re eleven years old, that’s pretty awesome. You hike, have s’mores and do different activities. Once everything is packed up and our parents have dropped us off at the school, busses take us to the campsite.
The bus drive isn’t too long maybe an hour or two at the most, but therein lie my problem. I had a water bottle that attached to my fanny pack (yes I had a fanny pack, they were cool then.) Well I continued to drink the water throughout the entire trip.
At some point I realized that I really needed to use the washroom. I don’t think the bus drivers are allowed to stop unless someone gets sick. So I had to keep holding it until we got there. Since I couldn’t hold it a minute longer, I came up with this brilliant plan. I had a water bottle attached to my waist, water bottles leak sometimes…
Luckily I wasn’t sharing a seat with anyone and during the rest of the ride I would let out a little bits of pee. Being that old I realized people would actually know I wet my pants and that would be so terribly mortifying and I would never ever live it down. So I came up with “oh no! I can’t believe this, my water bottle is leaking!”
It seemed to work and people believed me, or at least I think they did. I mean they could probably smell the urine and just didn’t say anything to my face. I just kept repeating, “my water bottle has soaked my jeans, I just don’t understand how this happened.” My pants were so wet by the time we got to the camp that I tied a sweatshirt behind me so no one would notice and as soon as we had our cabins assigned I changed right away. My heart has never raced so fast in embarrassment.
On the way home, I made sure I used the washroom before we left and didn’t drink a drop of water the whole way back. I’m happy to say, I made it back without reliving my prior horror. I’ve since told this story to my husband and he’s made fun of me on car trips asking if we should stop.
You’ve heard a funny story from me, now continue on the hop and see what the incredible Leslie Hachtel has to say. Until next time!
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