Saturday, May 18, 2013

Blog Every Day in May: A Sad and Funny Childhood Story

Today's Blog Every Day in May prompt is: "Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt." I've decided to tell a story that was very painful for me when it happened, but has become hilarious. It has a bit of everything: tears; fears; anger; death; violence; and it all comes to a happy, funny conclusion.

My dad was snaking my grandmother's toilet. I was about 5 years old. Apparently, he did not take safety seriously back then, because he didn't realize that he was standing in a small puddle of water. Water and electricity are not a good match. 

So I was standing there in the bathroom, watching him do this fascinating repair work. All of a sudden, as I'm watching, he flies across the room, through the bathroom door, and slams violently against the hallway wall. I watched as he slid slowly down the wall, finally resting lifelessly, with only his head perched up against the wall.

I stood for just a moment before screaming for my mother and grandmother at the top of my lungs, over and over: "DADDY'S DEAD!! DADDY'S DEAD!! DADDY'S DEAD!! DADDY'S ... " You get the idea. 

My mother and grandmother ran into the hallway, and we all stood there for a few moments staring, mouths agape. My mother finally spoke up and said plainly, " My God, he's actually dead." We still stood for a few moments until an amazing thing happened: he came to, and looked around groggily. 

We all sighed, and I began crying with relief as my mother told him that we thought he was dead. He started laughing. I asked him, "Why are you laughing? We thought you were dead!!"

I didn't understand at the time, but my dad is one of those people who laughs when he's nervous. I screamed this time, "Stop laughing! I thought you were dead!!" Of course, he laughed even more, causing me to scream at the top of my lungs again, this time repeating, "I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOU!! I HATE ... " You get the idea. I was still screaming when I stormed off.

Needless to say, I got over it after a short while. I was just happy he was still alive. My dad is still around, doing well. 

2 comments:

  1. Kids...they just don't see the humor in some situations. Go figure. lol

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  2. You should remind this incident to your dad. He'll like it.

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