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We all have embarrassing moments that keep us awake at night. Those cringy memories that make us wish we could turn back time, slap our old selves, and do things differently. But could these embarrassing moments actually be a source of fond memories in disguise?
On account of feeling physically unwell, I had plenty of time to dwell on the topic. And in light of reaching the seemingly obvious answer to the question, I want you guys to share stories about your childhood that, while they might have turned you into a tomato in the past, are now part of the sweet collection. So I can make fun of you. I mean, we have a laugh together.
Let me go first.
When I was back in elementary school, second grade, I once sent a girl a 'love letter.' I didn't know what was going through my mushroom head—I didn't even like her that way as far as I could tell—that I made the call; probably I thought it was hilarious, maybe rebellious, to use grown-up words like 'darling.' The girl in question was the most popular girl in my class, so all attention was drawn to me for a while. Even teachers were involved.
I remember trying to pretend I was asleep when one of the madams talked with my mom next door.
The second major blunder I made was only 3 years later. I was with my mom after school, waiting for my big sister, when I rolled and rolled and pointed toward a new handbag I didn't recognize and asked, "What is this, mom?"
"Honey, that's a bag I bought some days ago."
To my horror, I was in the arms of an aunty I didn't recognize, and I just called her my mom!
On account of feeling physically unwell, I had plenty of time to dwell on the topic. And in light of reaching the seemingly obvious answer to the question, I want you guys to share stories about your childhood that, while they might have turned you into a tomato in the past, are now part of the sweet collection. So I can make fun of you. I mean, we have a laugh together.
Let me go first.
When I was back in elementary school, second grade, I once sent a girl a 'love letter.' I didn't know what was going through my mushroom head—I didn't even like her that way as far as I could tell—that I made the call; probably I thought it was hilarious, maybe rebellious, to use grown-up words like 'darling.' The girl in question was the most popular girl in my class, so all attention was drawn to me for a while. Even teachers were involved.
I remember trying to pretend I was asleep when one of the madams talked with my mom next door.
The second major blunder I made was only 3 years later. I was with my mom after school, waiting for my big sister, when I rolled and rolled and pointed toward a new handbag I didn't recognize and asked, "What is this, mom?"
"Honey, that's a bag I bought some days ago."
To my horror, I was in the arms of an aunty I didn't recognize, and I just called her my mom!
