A FEW SHORT STORIES
My parents are very resourceful people, and the following two stories prove their sheer cleverness.
Story 1:
Every year the Larson family comes over to our house on December
31st to bring in the new year with a party, games and lots of food.
We have been doing this since I was a little girl, and to this day, even though
we are spread all over the place, we all come together to celebrate the past
year and the start of a new year.
When I was little, I felt so cool and grown up because New Year’s
Eve was the only night of the year that I got to stay up until midnight, which
is something that I greatly looked forward to. Little did I know that when I
thought I was staying up until midnight, my parents and the Larson family
parents rigged a great system so us kids were only staying up about 30min past
our bedtime.
Needless to say, when I found out about this system, only a few
years ago I might add, I was quite upset. Once I got over my feelings of
betrayal I thought it was one of the funniest things I had ever heard.
You see, when New Year’s Eve rolled around, at about 4:00pm, our
parents started turning all of the clocks in the house ahead in 15min increments,
and then after we ate and us kids were playing in the basement, they would set
the clocks forward every hour until it was about 10min to “midnight”. Then they
would call us all up, we would do the countdown, drink our sparkling grape
juice, dance around the house, and then off to bed we went. After which our
parents had plenty of time to relax by themselves after our little heads had
hit the pillow. Clever, huh?
Story 2:
One bright and sunny summer day, a little 4 year old me was
sitting on a rustic red, wooden picnic table chowing down on more then one
slice of pink, juicy, crisp watermelon. I discovered a little, smooth, black
seed inside of my watermelon and then like any curious little munchkin I asked
my daddy what it was. My dad, this point sporting a horribly caterpillar like
brown mustache on his upper lip, explained to me that it was a watermelon
seed and that if I planted it a new watermelon would grow.
I was completely fascinated by this concept of a little black seed growing into a big pink watermelon, and being a girl who preferred spending more time in the dirt then anywhere else, I decided that I would plant it.
I was completely fascinated by this concept of a little black seed growing into a big pink watermelon, and being a girl who preferred spending more time in the dirt then anywhere else, I decided that I would plant it.
With seed in hand, I grabbed my little plastic
yellow shovel and marched over to the dirt filled spot underneath the slide
attached to my wooden swing set. I knelt down and dug a little hole, placed the
seed in the hole and covered it with dirt. My mom helped me fill a little
watering can with water and I sprinkled that cool, clear water over my little
seed.
Every single day, for the majority of the summer I faithfully
watered my watermelon seed. I was starting to get discouraged because each
day I would go look at the dirt covering my seed and every day it still looked
like a pile of dirt. Until one beautiful day I skipped out to my small watermelon
garden and lo and behold, there is was! Overnight my little black seed turned
into a big beautiful watermelon! My little heart was overjoyed and
excitedly I ran into my house to fetch my mom who helped me to
harvest, cut and eat the fruits of my faithful 4 year old labor. It was
the best watermelon I had ever tasted.
Now you might be thinking to yourself that this
story seems a little bit two Jack and the Beanstalk ish. And yes, you are
right, something about this story does not seem quite right. Until I was 16
years old I firmly believed that I grew that watermelon all by myself, and that
it was the best darn watermelon that anyone had ever grown. Until one fateful
night at the dinner table I was fondly remembering this magical time in my
childhood when my mother, with the best of intentions I’m sure, crushed
this joyful childhood memory. She could hardly contain her laughter when she
explained to me that she and my dad realized that my seed would never grow into
a watermelon and so once I was in bed my dad strategically placed a watermelon
on top of that pile I dirt I had been watering for weeks for me to find in the
morning. Obviously I fell for it.
It is clear that Mr. and Mrs. Black don't mess around, and are never afraid to pull a little loving hoax.
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