tell me something interesting....

When I was 6, I was in 2nd grade because I skipped 1st, but my mom thought that I was not emotionally ready for it, so they put me into 1st grade.

i was climbing up the ladder to the slide, sipped off and smacked my head on a jagged hunk of concret. yes, truly a child safe playground.

i cracked my head from stem to stern. my dad said it sounded like someone dropped a watermelon.

when my parents took me to the hospital the docs and nurses gave them the third degree as they suspected my parents beat me with a baseball bat or someting.

you can still feel the crack in my skull.

wanna touch it?

I stole some fireworks from my cousin's bedroom and those relatives have hated me ever since.

I fell in love for the first time! It was 1975 ad I fell for Miss Kathy. She was the wonderfullest, prettiest, sweetest person ever and I was gonna marry her but, well, she was 19, I was 6, and, well, you know, her folks just couldn't get passed the age difference.

OH! I had a bloodhound named Blossom! And I learned to ride a bike!

when i was six years old, i got stung by a bee on my thigh while hunting for frogs.

fucking bees.

When I was six years old my parents packed up and moved from Scotland to California.

Talk about culture shock

When I was six everything iced over so bad that my little sister slid down the hill in our backyard and couldn't get back up. She stayed down there wailing for 15 minutes. I pushed a sled down to her and then thew her a rope and then pulled her all the way up the hill. My dad could have easily just walked down to get her, but I wanted to feel like a hero.

When I was six, my 16 y/o brother died in a car accident. I was sent to a family friend for the whole afternoon and their kids seemed intent on keeping me occupied. They took me home and half the people from my church was there. We had people over for church stuff all the time, and all it meant to me was there was homemade mac n' cheese and KFC fried chicken. My older sister took me aside and told me point blankly that Chuck was dead. I screamed at her then ran away to the underside of our poarch where we kept the bait worms.

My family didn't take me to the funeral and tried their best to protect me from their grief. Singularlly, the death of a child is every parents nightmare but we moved ahead somehow.

when i was six i had a tricycle accident and broke my
nose and knocked out my two front teeth. i was so
afraid that somehow i did something wrong that i didn't
tell anyone. needless to say they noticed the missing
teeth right off, but it was a couple of days before they
noticed the whole nose thingy.

when i was 6 i got caught kissing a boy by the swings at recess. my teacher was a jerk and told every person in the class.
haha..nevermind that was when i was 12.
6 eh? um...i really cant remember

[Edited on Sep 16, 2003 by Sare]

Parents divorced, I went to live with grandparents, they split up, and in their garage one day I saw a lizard-like thing, about eight inches long, brown, step out from behind a shovel and it looked like a dragon, you know, with the snout and the spiked tail. I still wonder if I saw or imagined it.

I don't believe that I ever was six, and I dare you to find a witness to prove otherwise.

The day turned six I got to be line leader in kindergarten cause it was my birthday. I thought it would be the funniest thing to start leading my line to the library before my teacher said it was ok to go. nobody else thought it was as funny as I did though so I ended up walking to the library by myself without my line, and when my teacher came with the rest of the class she said something about me to them about how I was just being arrogant because it was my birthday. I felt pretty stupid.

when i was six i killed the 13 goldfishes in the watertank. one by one i fished in the tank with my hands and grabbed each one and then squeezed them until they didn't move anymore. i also burnt down my grandmothers garage that year also.

Pah, that's nothing.

I went to the seaside with my school, and I wet my pants and had to come home with no knickers on.

i got a little german shepherd puppy...

its a happy memory

Mmm, girls who say, "knickers."

When I was six, my mom and dad got divorced and I move out to Missouri. All in all, a good move, as I had been living in Fayetteville, North Carolina. I don't know how it is now, but in 1988 Fayetteville was not too classy.

I got stabbed in the chin with a sharp ass #2 pencil(if you look real close you can still see a little grey spot where it went in, and the lead broke off)

When I was six all my joints locked up at school, I spent 10 days in hospital and they never found out what was wrong with me.

I think I was actuallly five, but when I was in kindergarten, on Valentines day, to be precise, my dear mother accidentally poured about 2 gallons of boiling water over my head. She was picking it up from the stove, a full pot of water at a good rolling boil, didn't see me behind her and tripped, dumping the whole pot over my head and shoulder. I had second degree burns on most of my scalp and a large part of my left shoulder.

It's funny though, but I don't think of it as a bad memory. It's such a great story that I kind of like it. Like having a scar that has a great story behind it.

when i was the ripe ole age of 6, My parents decided that Russia was a bad place, so we moved to New York, also that year i went to the hospital 4 times and got a total of 41 stiches all over my body, I love Bikes

I remember being an aspiring pyromaniac when I was six. So I take this pack of matchsticks to school, and my little buddies and I, we start lighting them around the swings and slides and stuff. I recall vaguely that we tried to burn some loose newspaper sheets or something. Well, long story short, one of the supervisors caught me, and she ripped my ass, and the story made its way home. And my behind was sore for the next couple of days.

Good times, good times.