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Of my stupidity
My childhood years
And believe me the
List is very long
Because i have always
Being driven by passion
Instead of a clear thinking brain

Picture this
South Africa 1965
Sunday afternoon
And for the youngsters
Just to explain
Sunday afternoons
Was made for visiting friends

So i had a crowd of younger kids
All looking at me for some fun
Parents was painting
In the outside room
Picked a 5 litre tin of paint
Just to show my superior power
Held it above my head

Little did i know
The tin was upside down

White paint jumped for joy out of the tin
Cover me from head to shoulders
My eyes burning
Paint going in my nose
Can't breath
Paint was everywhere
I Screamed like a little girl

Parents rushed me to hospital
Gave me a special wash
Cut off all my hair
My eyes still swollen
A Week after that

Did i learn anything from that
Ha Ha no ways
My list of stupid things
Still carried on
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HA HA Children

Contributed by Dirkj on Wednesday, 23rd February 2011 @ 12:08:37 AM in AEST
Topic: hbadday



This a story
Of my stupidity
My childhood years
And believe me the
List is very long
Because i have always
Being driven by passion
Instead of a clear thinking brain

Picture this
South Africa 1965
Sunday afternoon
And for the youngsters
Just to explain
Sunday afternoons
Was made for visiting friends

So i had a crowd of younger kids
All looking at me for some fun
Parents was painting
In the outside room
Picked a 5 litre tin of paint
Just to show my superior power
Held it above my head

Little did i know
The tin was upside down

White paint jumped for joy out of the tin
Cover me from head to shoulders
My eyes burning
Paint going in my nose
Can't breath
Paint was everywhere
I Screamed like a little girl

Parents rushed me to hospital
Gave me a special wash
Cut off all my hair
My eyes still swollen
A Week after that

Did i learn anything from that
Ha Ha no ways
My list of stupid things
Still carried on




Copyright © Dirkj ... [ 2011-02-23 00:08:37]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: HA HA Children (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Wednesday, 23rd February 2011 @ 08:50:50 AM AEST
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Ha nice. I could picture it happening as I read, made me smile.

Thinking back on all the silly things I did as a kid always brings some joy to me, I just wish life was still that easy and care free.

Nice write!



Re: HA HA Children (User Rating: 1 )
by xHeathenx on Wednesday, 23rd February 2011 @ 10:13:06 PM AEST
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Haha a similar thing happened to me, though I was alone. I picked up a 10lb dumbbell I think, thought it was likely less, as I was a kid. I held it above my head in triumph, and as I did it leaned back behind me, and without a clamp to hold the weights on, it slid off and hit the back of my head, and I fell down. I was confused and looked around. I thought someone had mean enough to slap me. Then I realized what had happened. Thanks for a smile on a bad day as well by the way.


Re: HA HA Children (User Rating: 1 )
by ABM on Tuesday, 22nd March 2011 @ 09:50:24 PM AEST
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...its great how something traumatic can be viewed as a fond memory later in life.^^
cute poem.




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