The Day I Messed Around with Beer

            When I was younger, I had these neighbors who were not LDS, and they invited my family over for a birthday dinner with their grandson and granddaughter. My sister, the grandson, the granddaughter, and me, were all around the same age. We were all sitting at the little kid's table, like so many families have, and we were all eating our appetizers like normal, and we were talking about how we were all going to hang out the next day, when their dad, Bart, came up to us to tell us what our plans would be to hang out. He brought over his cigarette and beer, and placed the beer on our mini table while he was talking to us. He soon got beckoned over to the adult table, and forgot about his beer laying on the table. What else were a bunch of four to six year olds to do?

            You're probably thinking that we all tasted it. That's not too far off. Kaylee dared me to drink some of it, but I knew it was bad for me, so I didn't. They kept pressuring me into tasting it. Pretty soon I decided I had had enough peer pressure, I picked that bottle up, and.... Dumped most of it onto the grass. The other kids just stared at me in disbelief, then pretty soon, we all busted up laughing. They couldn't believe I'd dumped out about half of their dad's beer! When Bart came back around to get his beer back, he had such a look of surprise on his face when he felt how light his beer bottle was! We all kept poker faces until he left. Which was then when we almost fell out of our seats in a laughing fit. I think that now I am the only one who has this memory still, since it happened about, twelve years ago. It has faded like pencil writing over time from the others. That was a day that I'll probably never forget. The Day I Messed Around With Beer.

Barbies at Bedtime

            When I was younger, my cousin and I would wake up in the middle of the night, just to play with my Barbie’s. We were about the age of six, and we would wake up around eleven or twelve, just to have Ken fall in love with Barbie. They were staying with us for a week or so, and we thought we were being so sneaky! We would go and get my Barbie dream house and play with our favorite ones. I had two Kens, so we named them our boyfriends, and came up with a cute story about how they met, and how they started dating and fell in love. We used to have a makeshift temple, to have them get married in, and eventually we would have a Kelly doll become a child to them. We had no idea that we were being watched.

            One night, as we were playing with my Barbie’s, the story was that my Barbie’s horse had died, so our plastic figurines were crying, and getting ready to go to the funeral, when we heard some giggles coming from the stairwell. We got up, and peeked into the stairwell, and saw my sister and my cousin, when they saw us, they just erupted into a huge laughing fit. They thought that playing with Barbie’s was childish, and that we were immature for playing with Barbie’s. They then went on to ask if they could join us, to which we replied, “No, you made fun of us.” My sister can’t handle being told no, so of course she went upstairs, woke my mom up, and told my mom her side of the story. I then got in trouble and was sent to bed, with my cousin in tow.

            They later told us that they had been watching us the past couple of nights playing with our Barbie’s, but hadn’t said anything because they were scared we would find out and then stop playing with them, which would make them lose their entertainment for the night. We were quite embarrassed to learn this, and so the next night we decided to spy on them for a change. Listening to them talk about boys and talking about the best technique to scratch each other’s backs was not interesting in the least. We were too young to like boys, and scratching backs just wasn’t like what it is today. All we wanted was some dirt on them, because they got us in trouble for playing with our Barbie’s. My mom made it a point to sit downstairs to make sure that my cousin and I wouldn’t sneak into the basement to play with our Barbie’s because the next day we would always have a “Big day” ahead of us. After she would send us off to bed after our many attempts to get downstairs without her seeing us, we eventually gave up. Those were the end of my Barbie playing days.

One Crazy Childhood

As I child, I was a rebellious trickster, I would always try to prank my family and my family friends, or to scare them by jumping out at them. Whenever they would try to pull something like that over me, oh I made sure they paid for it. I absolutely hated getting scared. I would make them feel so bad for doing scaring me; I would cry and throw a tantrum, which usually ended with them giving me an apology, which I loved. I would milk that act up, and sometimes I would get lucky and they would buy me something nice.

                I remember one time, I went over to my cousin’s house, she only lived next door, it was after kindergarten and we had Lunchables to eat, they were the nacho kind. We decided to go play with her Barbie’s, and I left my lunch on the table. When we came back to finish our lunches, I discovered that mine had been eaten by one of her older brothers. I think I cared a lot back then since I was so young, but her brother felt so bad for me that he bought me some Pringles. That was when I realized what I could pull over on people to give me stuff.

When I was younger, my cousins, my sister, and me, would all have sleepovers. We’ve had many strange adventures when we’re together. One time, we had a sleepover at their house in West Valley, and we spent a lot of the night, playing with Bratz dolls, those creepy ones with huge heads and no feet, and when we finally did go to sleep, my oldest cousin, Shaylece, was the heaviest sleeper. So the rest of us woke up except for her, and we got one of those vibrating pens that made big circles on paper, and we put it all over her face. Of course she stayed asleep for the whole thing though. Another adventure we all had was when we all decided to ride bikes and skateboards around the neighborhood in ghetto West Valley, so all the bikes had been taken, so I took a skateboard. I had no idea how to skateboard, so I went on my belly. The board tipped, and my chin got shredded.

            We also go down to St. George to stay with our grandparents, and one day, my grandma decided to take us to Fiesta Fun for my cousin’s birthday. We all decided to ride the bumper boats, and we were all having a fun crazy time until they told us to bring our boats back. My cousin had forgotten how to maneuver her boat, so she couldn’t get back to the dock. Both workers valiantly jumped into a bumper boat and dragged her boat back to the dock. To this day we cannot stop laughing about her in her red leather skirt from the DI that she was wearing.

            Some more crazy funny stories happened with my cousin, Jake. My sister and I were over at his house for a little play date, and we were all playing in his room. He then decided to tell us that he has a secret tunnel leading from his room, into the bathroom, he then told us to wait for him in the bathroom, and he would show up and show us the tunnel from his room so we could all go through it and play again in his room. So, my sister, Jayden, and I go into the bathroom and we waited for him to show up. After a few minutes we got suspicious, so we tried to go back into his room, but he wouldn’t let us back in. Turns out that he had told us that, so we would leave his room, and he could lock us out. He thought it was funny; we, however, did not.

            But not every time has been good. A few years ago, my cousins, Shaylece and Charity, my sister, and I, all went down to St. George together like we do every year. We were into the second night, and Shaylece kept on telling us that her face felt numb, we laughed it off thinking that she was just being weird to get attention from us. We soon found out that she wasn’t kidding. She then passed out and wouldn’t come to, we had to call 911 and they couldn’t wake her up either. It was terrifying with the cops asking us all questions and the meds asking questions about how she felt before she passed out. She eventually came to, and she was really terrified of the cops yelling at her, she was still out of it, and was really scared. She started hitting the cops because I don’t know; when she woke up she was really childish. Then after a few hours and a sleepless night, everything calmed down. We later found out that she has Muscular Dystrophy. Although that is bad news, the part that was most depressing for her was that there is an eighty percent chance her kids will have it. But I mean, at least there’s a twenty percent chance they don’t! But all in all I guess I can say that my childhood has been one crazy heck of a ride.

An Impactful moment in my life

I was young, probably around five years old, not sure what everything was yet. I do remember going down to Saint George with the whole clan for Thanksgiving dinner at my Grandma’s house. We had a few days to get settled in before the big day, and we were very busy! My older boy cousins decided to play tag on my grandparent’s property, and two of them either fell into a cactus, or stepped on one with their bare feet. I remember watching my aunt pull needle after needle out of them. I knew it hurt because they were teenage boys, and crying about how much it hurt. Finally Thanksgiving Day arrived. I remember these cute little terra cotta pots that my grandma made to look like little turkeys for all of us. I remember all the food that was there, and how I got a little bit freaked out when I looked into my cousin, Spenser’s eyes, and saw how big his eyes were, and how big his pupils were. They were as big and dark as two black plates. The next day I found out why they were this way.

                I wanted to go exploring the day after Thanksgiving, but my grandpa called us all in for a family meeting. I don’t remember everything that was said, but I do remember he started out with, “Now if you kids want to play tag on my property, you better steer clear of the damn cactus!” We all laughed about this, then things got a more serious note. He started telling us about how when he was in the Navy, his friends would pressure him into doing things he really didn’t want to do. They convinced him to get tattoos, and how he ended up with three of them. He also told us about how they pressured him into smoking, and how he soon got addicted to getting high. He told us that one of his toughest struggles was trying to quit smoking, and how much better his life had become since then. He then looked us all in the eyes, and basically told us he would wring our necks if he ever heard of us doing crazy bad stuff like that, because he has seen where it’s led to. That lesson has stuck with me since it happened. I gained respect for my grandpa, because we all knew that he knew about Spenser getting high the night before, but instead of embarrassing my cousin, which he could’ve done quite easily, he didn’t. I learned a lot about myself and my grandpa from this experience.

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