Once, I got lost at Target, basically a mother's and child's greatest fear. My mom is really funny and nice, but when it came to dealing with me, she was always annoyed. I was always so tired and I never cared so when I went to target with my mom, I usually went to the toy aisle as she stocked up Playtex Maxi pads (true story, she literally bought 50 packages once. It was on sale and she filled an ice chest we were planning on buying as well as the surrounding areas within the cart. Sooo muuucchhhh scanning) Anyways, I went everywhere and I couldn't find my mom and I was convinced she forgot me, and I contemplated walking to my gmama's house. I even paged her on the intercom. TWICE! I was about to cry. And of course, since I had NO COMMON SENSE at that time, I thought she died within the clothing corrals and no one can find her because she's so little. Then I saw my mom at the cash registers and seeing that I was crying, she got really pissed off that I got so emotional for nothing. She pretended she didn't know me, left the store with me following and didn't look at me like we were strangers. I'm pretty sure I was old at this point. Like 13....Speaking of store incidences, I split my eyebrow open at a store near our house ducking under a metal thing and then proceeding to hit my head against a corner of the table. When I asked my mom if I have a bump on my face, she proceeded to start screaming. I got 9 stitches that evening and when people asked if I was crying because I was feeling a lot of pain, I replied with "I DON'T WANT THEM TO SHAVE MY EYEBROW". It was hard to believe that this blubbering mess was so vain, but she was. Afterwards, my mom told me she never got to buy those pants that were on sale and held myself accountable for her lost of the sale item.
Once, I'm pretty sure strangers came up to my parents and asked to take pictures with my sister. Arguably, she was adorable.
There probably wasn't any rain, but that was exactly how I felt. Like in a Christmas movie special and a little boy goes into the 'what if' situation and sees the outcome if he chooses one decision over the other. He sees the happy family that he's not part of around the xmas tree smiling and having a good time and he was creeping at the large bay windows outside in the cold. I was that kid.
They probably thought I was a hobo child by the looks of my teeth (or lack thereof)
While my aunt was talking to strangers at the park. I interrupted the conversation by saying "I'm Annie, and I'm shy". I'm an idiot
Once, my partner in crime (my cousin Paul +1 year than I) decided that it was a good idea to express ourselves . By painting. A wall. with my aunt's makeup. A few bottles of nail polish, countless eyeshadows, and blush+ blush brushes later; MASTERPIECE. My aunt resented us. My grandma had to repaint the entire room.
Lastly, Asian superstition. I've always grown up with weird crap put on me and weird sayings to cure myself of things. For instance, once, my grandma chased after me with some sort of substance in a bottle to rub on my huge bruise. When I asked her what it was, she said bear bile. BEAR BILE! WHO OWNS THAT?! HOW DO YOU COLLECT THAT? I don't know, but if you ask my grandma, she will have all the answers. to everything. ever. As an adult, I actually have a voice in what I want to be done to my body, but as a child, I had to endure some nonsensical remedies.
As stupid children, my cousin and I loved running in narrow corridors and slamming doors. As a result, we always had bumps and bruises, especially on our heads (OHMYGOSH, IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW) anyways, big bumps on out heads are usually hidable with hair, but not the ones on your forehead. What's alleviates the booboo? Ice pack? kisses? no. HOT KNIVES. I kid you not, after propelling my face into a wall, I'm usually greeted with a hot butcher knife. Held against my will kicking and screaming, my grandma would have just heated a meat cleaver, salted my bump (i'm not making this up) and then touch the flat side onto the bump 3 times. Why. I cannot tell you how counter-intuitive it is to put something painfully hot onto something that was already painful, but look at me now! :)
