Hey guys, it's Easter Sunday and I had some thing I just had to get on the blog. But, before I get to that, I'm going to start with Happy Easter from Three-Sixx-D! (The Niz is gone until next year's Wrestlemania Week. If you want the results of every Wrestlemania Match, check my latest comment on the 'Showcases Of The Immortals' Post.) Now, that I've gotten that out of the way, let's get to why I'm posting this, and I have a little short story to go with it.
So, here's why I'm posting today and I'll start with the short little story I have to tell to go with it.
For the past two or three years, Every Easter, the "Easter Bunny" (AKA: My Parents) would show up on the Saturday night before Easter, hide plastic eggs full of cash and candy around the house and leave my sister some bigger candy and a barbie, and leave my two younger brothers and I each a box of peeps (Sidenote, I love peeps. Just sayin') and also leave us three boys each one different WWE figure in our baskets next to our boxes of peeps. Then, on Easter, we'd wake up, go downstairs, put on our lame bunny ears (which we have no choice in wearing while we hunt down our eggs. If you don't wear the ears, you don't get any candy or cash.), find all of our eggs, put all the candy in a bowl, put our cash upstairs, then while my sister is opening her new barbie, my brothers and I would open our boxes of peeps, take a look at the figure the other two received, then take our figures back and open the figure from their packaging while eating our marshmallow chicks.
Now, why am I putting so much attention on the figures? The answer is simple. This year only my youngest brother got a figure in his basket. Now, it's not like I'm really depressed, I know I'm too old for stuff like that. It's just for the past two or three years after all three of us would open up our figures, we'd go upstairs and hang out and play around with the figures. It's not something we do all day every day. Plus, I'm not really much for playing around with the figures, but more for just collecting them and maybe play around with it if I'm really bored. (Also a sidenote, this year, instead of a new figure next to my peeps, there was a t-shirt I already owned. So, it was kind of a let down. I even told my mom if she's not doing figures for the two older boys, get me a specific t-shirt that I've wanted since my birthday. If you want to see what the shirt looks like, search 'The Miz Awesome: The Movie T-Shirt' in google images. But yeah, it was a total let down not having a figure to open while eating peeps because it had kind of become a thing for all three of us.)
So, now that I've told the story, let me get to the question I want you guys to respond to.
We all do childish things sometimes, and lets face it, Mr. Torres is a PRIME EXAMPLE of what I'm talking about(That's not an insult. It's more of a compliment actually.). No matter how cool or tough you think you are, you have that one thing that you've done since you were very young and still enjoy doing today, like mine is eating peeps and opening a new WWE figure and playing around with it along with my two brothers. I want to know what childish thing you still do today and why you still somehow find enjoyment in it. (Don't be embarrassed. Trust me, do you think I'm proud that a new WWE figure is what I look forward to on Easter?) Leave your interesting and creative responses in the comments section below. And thanks for reading my whole long story.
By the way, my favorite two figures I've gotten on Easter are hands down either my figure of The Miz I got two years ago or my Brock Lesnar figure I got last year. I'm split on which one I like more. Later guys! Hope you're having an AWESOME Spring Break!
I can't believe I am sharing this but...
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger, I would have awful night terrors. I slept with my mom in her bed for year and years, too afraid to sleep on my own. I would hold her hand and rub my finger on her nails because the smoothness calmed me down (I have NO idea why, it is strange I know). Every once in a while though, I will sneak downstairs, climb in bed with my mom, hold her hand, and rub her finger nail. Maybe it gives me comfort, or maybe it is just a way of me showing her I am still her little girl, I'm not really sure but yeah, that is my childish thing that I still do as an almost 18 year old.
That DOES seem strange, but if it helps, then so be it. But there is no doubt that it is a little bizarre.
DeleteJocelyn I completely relate! If my "stepfather" didn't share a room with my mother, I would still crawl up and cuddle! As a child, I never went to sleepovers. I always stayed home with my mom, and if I even tried to sleep over somewhere, I would wake up in the middle of the night and ask to be brought home. My mother and I were super tight. Since my dad traveled around the globe for his job (he worked for GE's nuclear power plants in countries like Japan and Spain) my mother would always welcome me to cuddle. We always watched movies on the Lifetime Movie Network because she loves the dramatic movies on there. Our cozy home in Greenwood, Arkansas was actually haunted. Believe it or not, my mother would constantly wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat with the vision of an old woman in her dreams. It was always an old woman she saw. I was always afraid of my home at night, too. It wasn't your normal, average house creaks and occasional branch rapping on the window--this was real. I always felt some sort of creepy presence following me around, day or night. Yes, even in the day the cabinets would open and shut loudly when only my sister was home in the shower.
DeleteNeed a more prime example? When my nephew Hayden was born and rocking in his basinet, my sister and my mother went out on the front porch and brought the baby monitor with them outside to hear if he cried. All of a sudden they heard someone quietly whisper Hayden's name through the baby monitor. No one was inside the house.
I am being honest here. I would not lie to you guys to seem cool or anything. And I don't believe in ghosts. I believe that demons are real and I honestly believe that a demon was terrorizing our home.
Long story short (sorry but I love to talk about myself) I still find comfort when I am cuddling with my mom and I am not ashamed!
Although I am legitimately fearful of sleeping alone. Due to my "terrorized" past--using this term in a bit of a stretch here--I always pack a wall of pillows and stuffed animals behind my back when I lie down in my bed on one side. I feel more protected.
If any of you have even gotten this far in my comment, feel free to ask me anytime about more stories and examples of my "haunted home" experiences. Like I said, talking is something I never stop doing, and talking about myself is like a double bonus. Eh, what can I say? Someone's gotta talk about me
I never had experiences that bad before, but I can relate. I still remember one night, when I had these little bells on my dresser. And when everyone was asleep, the bells began to jingle. This was maybe a year ago. When they were done, I literally jumped out of my bed and ran into my brother's room to sleep with him. It's another reason why I still sleep with a stuffed animal, because things like that still occur in my house, and in all honesty, it freaks the heck out of me.
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DeleteI don't do childlike things anymore. I'm grown.
ReplyDeleteReally? Really. REALLY? I meant that as a compliment. And you DO act childish, that includes while you're trying to teach...and it happens OFTEN. But let me say, it's one of the things that makes your class my favorite.
Delete"Folks, if you would take a look over here I will present to you Exhibit A."
Delete(Powerpoint slide shows video of Mr. Torres performing a scene from Dragon Ball Z in class)
(Crowd oohs and awes)
"I rest my case."
Thank You for backing my point.
DeleteHe was clearly being sarcastic when he said he didn't lol. Mr. Torres uses sarcasm quite often!
DeleteThat's true, It's just the way it was typed and interpreted.
DeleteI really really really like stuffed animals. I don't know why I do, I just do! It's kind of annoying. However, the happiness that seeing/getting stuffed animals brings me is something that I never want to lose.
ReplyDeleteHmm, that sounds like my youngest siblings. They still have a Minnie Mouse blanket and a Sock Monkey they can't fall asleep without.
DeleteI had a million trash bags overflowing in my old attic from stuffed animals. The ones that were on my bed as a child were always my favorite ones or the newest ones. Whenever I would leave home I would give each of them a kiss (I'm beginning to believe I have acute OCD) and I would tell them they could have a party while I was gone but they needed to clean it all up by the time I got home. Highly imaginative. It probably worried some
DeleteHaha amber that is too funny! I did the same thing when I was younger! And then i would feel bad if I didn't say goodbye to every single one.
DeleteHaha thank you and me too. But I also went through a phase where if I opened one drawer in my bureau, I had to open every single other one, but with verbatim force. If I opened or closed a car door, I had to run to the other side and do the same to every other door. I finally outgrew this, or rather diminished its effect, but I occasionally partake in such habits. (Not to mention, if I turned out my light once, I had to keep turning it on and off until I was satisfied and at an even number.)
DeleteOH MY GOSH I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE! ME TOO
Deletelol Katie remember at work when I told you about how I put parts of my blankets under my nail and sometimes push my cuticle with it and you said you did that too? I literally had the same epiphany
DeleteHahahaha we share a lot of weird habits
DeleteAh yes. All the things we all did as kids.
ReplyDeleteI find it peculiar that the things we all say are "childish" acts of ours are actually all very, very similar to one another's. Society places an emphasis on maturing with not only our attire but our behaviors as well. Some of you might disagree with the argument that behavioral adjustment is a key component of maturity. Is it really? I do believe that we all go home at the end of the day and find it refreshing to indulge in such behavior labeled as "childish." Which brings me back to my point. Is it childish, or is it repressed?
ReplyDeleteIt is to my best knowledge that we all have a pastime such as eating cereal without milk, climbing trees, cuddling next to someone we love, or possessing novelty items like plush toys. In our homes is the most treasured possessions of ours, albeit humans or other things--materialistic or not. This is why we lock up our doors 24/7, for we trust no one but who is inside, really.
If your "childish" behaviors are something you do with people you trust or when you are alone, then you, too, have fallen victim to these societal constraints. You should never have to pretend like you are something you are not. We all go home and comfort ourselves with something. For the sake of humanity, embrace your inner child. You haven't changed all that much.
Wow. That would be great if we could all do that.
DeleteOk, so when I was growing up I had a lot of siblings. Including me there were five of us in the house then add my parents that makes a house hold of seven. Everyone kinda had there place Mathew was the youngest hayliegh the only girl Jacob the rambunctious one Scott the athletic one and I was just kinda there chillen like a villain 😎 but because I didn't really have any interest or anything to do I found myself at home a lot and a prime source of, let's call it stress relief, for older members of my family I.e Jacob, Scott. And my stepdad, it was like if I was out of the room me and two of my brothers shared I was getting yelled at or shoved around by my stepdad but if I was in the room I was picked on and ostracized by my older brothers. (Side note I'm aware that everyone thinks that they were the one that was most pushed around yelled at etc. but for me it got to the point where I was afraid to leave my room but all this has been sense resolved and my family is all one big Brady bunch of happiness, as much as a family can be) but anyway being trapped in a room, with no real interest in going outside and the cable bill never being paid you need to find entertainment elsewhere so, I read, a lot. That was pretty much my entire childhood and I credit a lot of who I am to that so whenever I'm in my room now (even though now I have a flat screen on the wall 4 game systems, three guitars, a laptop, iPhone Ya know-the works) I still find myself taking comfort in the pages of a book more than anything else around me. Ik a lot of your guys were more child like and mine is kinda like mainstream but really that's all I got xD sorry happy Easter everyone!
ReplyDeleteHa ha. I still tease my siblings and dad, but it's just what we do.
DeleteI still sleep with a stuffed animal sometimes just because it gives me comfort. I have nightmares very often, so when I wake up sweating and terrified, it's nice to have something there, even if it really doesn't do anything.
ReplyDeleteThat's when you forget there are stuffed animals in your bed and you wake up face to face with a stuffed bear too tired to remember it's stuffed.
DeleteI know what you mean because I have to do that too.
DeleteI collect things. Not in a hoarder-esque way. If I see potential in something, or if I see something I just like, I keep it. (I do not steal.) For example, in fourth grade I wandered around the playground by myself, picking up interesting things and adding them to my "collection." No, this is not a pity party. I had many friends. I simply chose to have some time to myself. I walked around and picked up anything like old springs from a broken pen, a boy scout's lost badge, a green eraser, etc. I really just love owning things that are completely random and pretty. Maybe an eraser means nothing to you other than what its true symbol is, but I see things in a different way. I like the idea of making something beautiful out of the ugly things we have "no use" for and what are typically strewn about on our streets and playgrounds. These are things that deserve more attention, and they certainly call mine. Childish? In no way, but something I've done for quite awhile.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, for some strange reason unbeknownst to me I find it both riveting and terrifying when someone comes home and I am home because I have this crazy urge to hide. Whenever my mom comes home or someone visits I instinctively hide somewhere--for reasons unknown.
I forget to mention that I also collect letters people write to me or give me. Like little notes and such. Words mean a lot to me and when people give me a lil' somin' somin' I like to keep those, too. Notes are nice. Always give notes to people you care about! It's a nice gesture. Or even give a note to a stranger!
DeleteSo I'm NOT the only one who keeps a collection of random items?!? I still have a box full of things in my "collection" and they're just random things like a G. I. Joe with no legs, a random coin that isn't US Currency, and a pen with invisible ink that doesn't work anymore. Well, it seems a little less odd seeing I'm not the only one who does that.
DeleteWell, now I really only collect photos in my phone's photo library. I stopped collecting because of 1). less time in my schedule and 2). there's nothing to collect anymore that I like. I really only collect cute clothes in my closet and things to put on my wall.
DeleteSorry, man. I'm not as cool (or nice) as I was as a child. I guess some things really do change as you grow up. For me, it's been a good change. I don't care how many rude people find it necessary to tell me negative things about me. I like who I have become and I cherish my individuality, and really that's all that matters. Yeah, change is inevitable, and you will grow up finding a new love for other things in life, but you can still look back on the old things and habits with respect, knowing that a part of you is still there with all of those things, and them with you.
I have to something or someone in my bed because i've never been able to sleep alone.
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