Posted on 09/24/2012 11:59:12 AM PDT by trailhkr1
Jeesh I was dumb but I know I am not the only one who thought this stuff. See below. Add yours
My sons, middle son was named Matthew...my daughters little girl called him Mathme..took a long time to get her to understand Matthew didn’t mean Math me (as herself). The other one we still tease her about, after standing for a long time for a ride in Disneyworld, she yelled out.....
This wine is to wong.....When her rabbit died, she said....he’s not dead he’s just wazy...
Good question. Of course, the crooks aren’t very smart either. If the bullets didn’t hurt Superman, it’s doubtful that throwing the gun at him will hurt him, either.
That expression cannot be duplicated using any other means. I have a photograph of my Korean friend, taken under the exact same circumstances and probably during the same era.
I remember watching a version of Gulliver’s Travels - black-and-white with LOTS of static, of course - and wondering if we are all part of a drop of water...
When I was little bitty, my dad told me if I could sprinkle salt on a birds tail, I could catch it. I chased birds with a salt shaker around the yard for years. It wasn’t until I was much (much, much) older, I found out this was not true and I was so sad. Boohoo.
When I was about 5 my father bought some rabbits to raise for meat. It just happened to be Easter. I woke up on Easter morning and in our kitchen there were about 6 rabbits hopping around and eggs everywhere. This was set up as a surprise for me and my brother.
In my little 5 year old mind the rabbits laid the eggs and I continued to think that rabbits laid eggs until I was about 11 or 12.
Your post reminded me of getting into a fight with a kid in grade school the day after the movie Wizard of Oz played on the TV.
He kept telling me the witch’s face was green and I told him he was lying.
We didn’t have a color TV.
I remember riding a bike around farming land in Western Colorado when I was 12 singing at the top of my lungs:
Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy to, woudn’t you? The farmers wondered where i came from and how I learned that song.
When we were kids in the 50s we were in the conservative Baptist churches and we sang the song “Heavenly Sunshine” in Sunday School. My sister couldn’t believe they were singing about her. They were singing “Beverly Sunshine”. She was so disappointed to find out the truth that she started going by her middle name, never to be Beverly again.
After that she said her aspiration was to become Ice Cream the Clown, which is sort of like heavenly sunshine, I think.
My father used to tell us stories about a painter named Michelangelo. He had no money, so he would eat his dinner and then paint a fish on the plate and send it back to the kitchen as not being the way he like it. The kitchen staff would be so amazed that they would not charge him for the dinner. Or he would paint a fly on the plate and call the waiter over. There must have been others—can’t remember them all.
One day the teacher asked in my sister’s class, “Does anyone know who Michelangelo is?” My sister raised her hand: “He’s a friend of my father.”
I just found out last week that the hip-hop song “We Be Jammin’” was NOT Weepy Jammies which never made sense to me. I still hate that damned song.
when I was little,I didnt understand why there wasnt color in older movies....The 20 year old barmaid at our local gun club was flipping the remote for about fifteen minutes and looking at the TV with consternation with her tongue sticking out and looking more PO’ed by the second. I was watching some Peter Lorrie movie from the 30’s and asked what was wrong, everything looked good to me. She said “The damned color won’t adjust.”
I always thought the Robot in “Lost In Space” had a guy inside.....I always thought Flipper was Lassy in a fish suit.
This one is kind of silly, but it just goes to show how a kid can get confused if he doesn’t have all the information.
In Antioch, California, between Park Junior High School and my home, there was an unfinished furniture store.
I used to wander through there once or twice a week all year long... starting at furniture with a puzzled look on my face...
They all looked finished to me. I never figured out what piece was missing.
I never thought of that, but I think you’re right. Contradictions always bugged the heck out of me. 8-)
—— My friend Matt and I fashioned a T-P in his parents garage, right next to the tanks of gasoline and terpentine, and other flammables. We started a fire in the T-P and lasted until we could not breath due to smoke and fumes in the T-P.
Then we got tired of that and took some green pain and painted their 2 week old Oldsmobile, as high as we could reach, then the outside of the garage, and then the chainlink fence.——
That’s awesome. So... How did you folks react? I’m pretty easy going, but that would have made me crazy.
Related story...
In third grade we received a fire safety lesson. I took it to heart, and ran home to keep our house from burning down. Needless to say, I was bitterly disappointed when I didn’t find a box of oily rags near the furnace, or any open flames.
My folks kept the 3 of us on a short leash. We worked around the house,...yard, dishes, etc. Once we were old enough they taught us to go out and get a job mowing yards. I was a soda jerk and delivery boy for a pharmacy. I sacked groceries and offloaded railcars on a spur at a warehouse (very unpleasant work).
As I grew up my favorite time of the year was fall. Because it was soon to be deer season. Those few days a year starting at age 13 were my magical times. Out in the woods...it wasn't just the hunting, but all kinds of animals, birds, the color changes, the temperature, and best of all being with my Dad and brother. I remember watching as scores of redtail hawks flew over, migrating up from Mexico. My Dad and I watched and he taught me about such things. We saw an immature bald eagle and 2 ospreys that day. At that time ospreys and bald eagles were just not seen in our area. We would sit on the porch of tiny camphouse as Dad would cook ribeyes, porkback, and pork links. Everything smelled better out in the woods. My imagination was always at work, thinking I would see a huge buck come out of a dark, shadowy area, or just materialize in the fog. It was magical.
I had a great childhood..a really great upbringing.
My daughter wanted to know why the wind blows and I told her the trees have gas..
My daughters believed until not too long ago that Men could not pass gas..I told them it was physically impossible.
I want to be sure my daughters are fully knowledgeable in all things..
what always troubled me about superman was, he’d stand there and take 6 bullets to the chest and they all bounce off. Then they throw the gun and he ducks.
great...I should have read a few more posts in...
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