This post is being recycled! 🙂
This week I’m participating in a blogging challenge with the SITS girls so I hope you will enjoy this break from the ordinary. Feel free to link up with us! Today we’re blogging about a funny memory from school.
I loved school, so you might think it would be easy to come up with a “disastrously funny” memory or one moment that stands out above all of the rest, but it took a bit of thought. I don’t know if it’s the Mommy-brain haze, or maybe I’m just getting old, but I really struggled to find a good memory. Quite the opposite. I was flooded with every humiliating, embarrassing, horrifying thing that ever happened to me while I was in school. I guess some of those might be entertaining… to someone that wasn’t ME!
So, I decided to pull out the trusty diary! Sometimes I’m glad I save everything (much to my husbands horror!) I have been laughing to the point of tears as I read over the “shenanigans” of my youth. How had I forgotten some of these events? From crazy band road trips to all the crushes, to bridge jumping (don’t ask) and other stupid things kids do that make me scared to think about what trouble my own kids will find as teenagers.
In fact, the funniest story of all was actually one of those really dumb, stupid things that could have gotten the four of us seriously injured, but thankfully the only things to perish that day were a small tree and a patch of grass.
So, there we were. 3 of my girlfriends and me. We were in high school, and I guess we must have been bored one afternoon because we were just out cruising the neighborhoods. Well, back behind our high school the neighborhood roads are windy and hilly. Like stupid 16 year olds (and now as the mother of small children I actually cringe even telling this story!) we thought it would be fun to drive really fast and “Dukes of Hazards” it over one of the bigger hills. So, my friend driving the car sped up as we approached the hill, and we hit it at about 50 miles per hour and we really did completely leave the ground and fly through the air. We all squealed with delight and laughed, until “Sarah” realized she was not prepared for the curve after the hill. As the four of us screamed in terror, she drove straight through the yard at the bottom of the hill and rammed right into a small tree, knocking it over.
Shocked and scared out of her mind, she looked at us for direction. “Back up!! Back up!”
Yes, I am not proud of it, but we wanted to get out of there as fast as we could… without looking back. And we all laughed until our stomachs hurt. I’m sure partly out of shock, partly out of re-living our airborne moment of bliss, partly because all of us were good kids and that was probably one of the worst things we had ever done…
I am a little ashamed to think back on that memory and still find myself going into a fit of giggles, (reliving one of my very few renegade moments!!) because I would be furious if some teenagers did that to my yard. But at the same time, I hope that I will remember it when my kids do something stupid in the future, because we all do. I still feel bad for that tree, and its owner, and you can judge me if you like, but I don’t lose any sleep over it!