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What funny childhood memories do you have?
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My wonderful 6’3” father was an actor / singer and a very funny, loving man. I remember he was trying to teach me how to flip crêpe pancakes in our newly painted kitchen one day. Mum was busy tidying the lounge at the time. Dad was a dab hand at this … normally! He loved acting everything out with great dramatic gestures when he was teaching me to cook, so there was a lot of giggling and laughing. That was until the pancake flew up and stuck firmly to the newly painted ceiling!! You could have heard a pin drop!! We both froze! We knew my petite mum, all 5’2 of her, would be furious if her ceiling was ruined! As if on cue, Mum entered the room to enquire what it was that had us in such hysterics. Well, as you can imagine, Dad and I didn’t dare look up at the ceiling, for fear she would be see the pancake. But as we stood there, trying to look as if nothing had happened with Mum giving us that “I know you two have been up to something!” look, out of the corner of my eye I could see the pancake very, very slowly peeling itself off the ceiling just above Mum’s head! This was a bit like a slow motion horror film!! “Was that the phone, Love?” Daddy quickly said, trying to get her to leave the room. “I didn’t hear anything!” she replied. “Must have been the doorbell then?” he said. Mum: “Right, I’ll go and check, but you two are looking exceedingly guilty of something and I want to know what it is!” With that, she turned and left the room. The second she went through the door, the pancake released itself from the ceiling and fell into the frying pan Daddy had managed to quickly whip under it. We both burst out in hysterical laughter which continued right through dinner. The memory of that pancake slowly peeling itself off the ceiling above Mum’s head will be with me for a lifetime! It was precious!
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Mine is food related too. One evening meal-time my mum had made one our family's favourite meals ,a chicken and rice dish, and we were carrying our own plates of lovely dinner through to the livingroom to eat in front of some family tv when my dad tripped up right in front of my eyes and his food went everywhere. I piped up with my teenage humour 'now that's what i called flied rice!' and i could not stop laughing for ages. poor dad. we did share our dinners out so he didn't go without though. :O)
When I was learning to drive and our parents were out for the evening my older sister invited me to put our little car in the garage with her supervising me. The car had to go right to the end of the garage to leave room for our father's car to go in behind it.
Being a novice, my foot slipped off the clutch and we found ourselves careering into the garage, ending up smashing into a "Flattley Dryer" which was well,and truly flattened.
Cue the headlights of my parent's car coming up the street as we stood there screaming hysterically. I was convinced that our beloved father wouldn't let me continue to learn to drive for a while as a punishment and so my dear sister took all the blame. She was made to wear Scholl Driver's Shoes for months after and our Parent's never found out for years that it was actually me.
I kept being told "not to park cars like your sister".
Happy days.
Being a novice, my foot slipped off the clutch and we found ourselves careering into the garage, ending up smashing into a "Flattley Dryer" which was well,and truly flattened.
Cue the headlights of my parent's car coming up the street as we stood there screaming hysterically. I was convinced that our beloved father wouldn't let me continue to learn to drive for a while as a punishment and so my dear sister took all the blame. She was made to wear Scholl Driver's Shoes for months after and our Parent's never found out for years that it was actually me.
I kept being told "not to park cars like your sister".
Happy days.
I don't remember this, so maybe it doesn't qualify, but I have been told it so many times it must be true.
My father was a keen gardener who grew lots of vegetables, and as a toddler, I used to 'help' him.
One day, he planted young cabbage plants, and I 'helped'.
The next morning when he went to look, they were gone.
I had taken them to bed with me in case they got cold.
My father was a keen gardener who grew lots of vegetables, and as a toddler, I used to 'help' him.
One day, he planted young cabbage plants, and I 'helped'.
The next morning when he went to look, they were gone.
I had taken them to bed with me in case they got cold.
rofl! All of your stories are wonderful!! Thanks so much for sharing! Glad you liked the pancake story! I have so many, especially as Mum and Dad had some pretty amazing and often strange friends, due to Daddy's profession. Hopefully some day I will finish a book I started many years ago and hopefully a publisher will take pity, lol!
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