Have You Got a Good Childhood Story?

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Well, I do.

I remember being about nine or ten. I had a best boy cousin by the name of Third. That’s what we called him. We used to go to Virginia every summer to spend time with Third because we had a country store there owned by a Miss Bryant. It was about a 30-minute walk. Candy cost 1 cent and on top of that we traded our Pepsi Cola bottles. I used to spend all my summers there.

Miss Bryant was a nice lady that didn’t have anyone living with her. You know the type, someone that is old enough to retire but refuses to do so. Boy did I love her cookies. I used to get about a hundred of those windmills each time I went there. We would spend all day at the store.

My cousin Lucy was grown and had kids by then. She had built a playground for them and we would always stop to play on the swings on the way home from the store. It was usually getting dark or already dark by the time we’d leave because we were young and would lose track of time. So my cousin always walked us to the road.

One specific time my aunt told us to come early. We didn’t always listen. but she incentivized us by saying we would certainly get a good butt-whipping if we got home late. It was already dark when we left, but someone in our group, I think he was younger and shorter than I was, said he knew of a shortcut but it would involve climbing over a barbed-wire fence.

Of course we took it. We made a mad dash to jump over that fence.

Unfortunately, Mr. Shortcut couldn’t make the jump. Moments later, he started jumping up and down, beating himself all over.

Suddenly something started stinging me! When I looked around, I saw he had knocked over a bee’s nest and it was my turn to beat myself all over. The bees were attacking and my God that was so painful!

After we all made it more or less safely across that fence and left the bees behind, there came Miss Bryant down the road with a shotgun. Someone must of have told her we were in trouble.

I wondered if she had heard that we were attacked by a hoard of killer bees!

Well, we finally made it home. I was stung from head to toe. It was so bad that my aunt just said to forget about being in trouble. I’d punished myself enough.

I would like to know if any of you have stories like that from your childhood that you still might laugh about! You can send them in to [email protected]!

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