|09-19-2002, 05:15 PM||#1|
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: Atlanta, GA
Green like the Hulk
I was 3 years old, my mom was divorced and we lived with my grandparents. My grandfather was always one of those types that was skilled with his hands. If the house needed a new roof, he did it. My grandmother wanted a bigger kitchen, he built it. And in his garage he always kept several bags of quickcrete (ready mix concrete) on a pallete.
It was a hot summer day and I was out playing in just a pair of shorts and worked my way into his workshop in the back. Being a little boy and just wanting to touch everything I distractedly hit my hand on a bag of the concrete and noticed that the fine powder puffed out of a small hole in the bag. It fell so slow it seemed the stuff of dreams...just hanging in the air and at 3 I was pretty amazed at it. Before I realized it, I had the bag torn open and was throwing handfuls of it in the air just to dance around in it as it rained down. Needless to say, I was covered head to toe.
Enter the tired mother fresh home from work. My mom pulls up the driveway to find me standing there, looking like a little mini-hulk. Mind you, some of the bright green quickcrete is still hanging in the air as she arrives. She gets out of the car with the most stern look on her face and points at me and says "don't you move". I thought I was in so much trouble. Gone for only a few moments, she returns with something in her hand and I can see it dangling. The strap for sure.
She pulls out a camera and snaps off several pictures before I realize that tears are streaming down her face because she's laughing so hard. I was so confused by it all I burst into tears and just hugged her for hours not knowing if I was ever going to be in trouble or not.
Being cute can indeed get you off the hook sometimes. If I can find that picture...I'll post it here sometime.
"If you only knew the power of the Darkside!"
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