When I was a kid.....

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Do you have any humorous kid stories (hearing or deaf/HOH theme) you want to share here at AllDeaf? :)

Here's one of them -- when I was in my First Grade Reading class in 1976-77 school year:

Our teacher told us that we were going to do a play about King Arthur and his Court (there were books about him, ya know).....so she gave all of us a part in this play.
Knowing that I was the only kid with a hearing loss and wearing a hearing aid...so to help me know when my turn to say my lines, she had one of my friends in the class to point at me, and then I'll say my line which was "That's amazing!" I had to say it a couple of times in the play. :)
The day of the play came....so we all stood in our assigned places on the stage in front of several classes in First Grade. One boy who played "King Arthur" had a major speaking part, so he walked back and forth across the stage speaking....and whenever it was my turn to speak, my friend pointed at me and I said "That's amazing!"...I did this a couple of times whenever my cue was on.
Well....the boy kept speaking...so I was looking at my friend's finger behind her back waiting for my cue again....and then I noticed her finger was up. So I shouted "That's amazing!"
The "king" stopped in his tracks, my friend had her hand in her face, and the audience roared with laughter. I was kind of embarrassed.....my teacher just smiled and told me to stay on stage until my part to leave. Then the play was over. :)

What about you? :)
 
Nancy,
Mine isn't HOH related but I have gotten myself into *trouble* many times as a kid.

At some point when a young toddler, I was trying to get something off of a shelf above the toilet. The lid was up and I was standing on the seat. I slipped and my foot went right into the hole and wouldn't come out. Parent came to help...couldn't get it out....neighbors came over to help...couldn't get it. Eventually, the fire department was called to get my foot that was stuck in the toilet. I don't remember the incident at all, but I'm reminded of this regularly. For some reason, the movie of 'Something about Mary' comes to mind when he gets his 'Franks and Beans' caught and his zipper and the neighborhood has to come and check it out.

Another time (again, too young to remember) my foster mother awakens to a knocking on the door at 3am. She goes out to investigate and there is a very large and mean looking black man at the door ( we lived in a BAD neighborhood just outside of Washington DC). She gets her husband who comes out and realizes that this frightful man is holding me. He opens the door and the man says he found me playing in the parking lot with matchbox cars. Whats scary about this whole thing is that we lived on the 4th or 5th (don't remember) floor of an apartment building. I climbed out of my crib...was able to get the sliding glass door open and somehow made it from the balcony to the ground without getting hurt....and there I was happily playing matchbox cars when he found me. Nobody has ever been able to figure out how I made it from the 4th/5th floor to the ground. I wasn't hurt so apparently I didn't fall.

I have a ton of these stories but I think I'll save my embarrassment for another day ;)
 
Taylor said:
Nancy,
Mine isn't HOH related but I have gotten myself into *trouble* many times as a kid.

At some point when a young toddler, I was trying to get something off of a shelf above the toilet. The lid was up and I was standing on the seat. I slipped and my foot went right into the hole and wouldn't come out. Parent came to help...couldn't get it out....neighbors came over to help...couldn't get it. Eventually, the fire department was called to get my foot that was stuck in the toilet. I don't remember the incident at all, but I'm reminded of this regularly. For some reason, the movie of 'Something about Mary' comes to mind when he gets his 'Franks and Beans' caught and his zipper and the neighborhood has to come and check it out.

Another time (again, too young to remember) my foster mother awakens to a knocking on the door at 3am. She goes out to investigate and there is a very large and mean looking black man at the door ( we lived in a BAD neighborhood just outside of Washington DC). She gets her husband who comes out and realizes that this frightful man is holding me. He opens the door and the man says he found me playing in the parking lot with matchbox cars. Whats scary about this whole thing is that we lived on the 4th or 5th (don't remember) floor of an apartment building. I climbed out of my crib...was able to get the sliding glass door open and somehow made it from the balcony to the ground without getting hurt....and there I was happily playing matchbox cars when he found me. Nobody has ever been able to figure out how I made it from the 4th/5th floor to the ground. I wasn't hurt so apparently I didn't fall.

I have a ton of these stories but I think I'll save my embarrassment for another day ;)
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Nice stories, Taylor! :)

But, ever heard of selective recall? It can save one from a lot of embarrassment! :lol:
 
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