11-16-2006, 04:17 AM
both these happened when i was somewhere between 8-10 yrs old i guess
i remember getting my head stuck in the bars on a balcony at friar tucks, some resort in upstate ny my family would go to every year. i remember these two older girls walking by, prob like 18, and i just wave them to like "Hey whats up"
i think most of my family was around and my mom was a little freaked out, but my dad wasn't freaking out. he was just like "if he can fit his head in there he can fit it out." once i eventually calmed down i was able to get it out.
also when i was in the mall once with my family, i was sucking on ice cubes and my sisters were laughing about something, so i wanted to seem like i knew what they were talking about and started laughing too. this got the ice cube stuck in my throat. i could still breathe a little but the ice cube was still in the way and kinda hurt. my mom was more freaked out this time, and everyone in the mall was looking at me as i was probably crying too. but again, my dad was all calm and was like "he can breathe and its an ice cube, its going to melt soon." so in a few minutes it melted and i was fine.
i dunno why i didn't like my dad when i was 4 or 5 yrs old. he was clearly the more logical one of my parents.
i remember getting my head stuck in the bars on a balcony at friar tucks, some resort in upstate ny my family would go to every year. i remember these two older girls walking by, prob like 18, and i just wave them to like "Hey whats up"
i think most of my family was around and my mom was a little freaked out, but my dad wasn't freaking out. he was just like "if he can fit his head in there he can fit it out." once i eventually calmed down i was able to get it out.
also when i was in the mall once with my family, i was sucking on ice cubes and my sisters were laughing about something, so i wanted to seem like i knew what they were talking about and started laughing too. this got the ice cube stuck in my throat. i could still breathe a little but the ice cube was still in the way and kinda hurt. my mom was more freaked out this time, and everyone in the mall was looking at me as i was probably crying too. but again, my dad was all calm and was like "he can breathe and its an ice cube, its going to melt soon." so in a few minutes it melted and i was fine.
i dunno why i didn't like my dad when i was 4 or 5 yrs old. he was clearly the more logical one of my parents.