Mrs M
yoda76NASTY STORIES YOUR PARENTS TOLD YOU
April 20th 2007 04:36
I recently saw a short film titled “The First Thing I Remember” where people told their stories about their earliest memory. Great little film by the way.
Anyway, one of the participants said that at night when she went to bed her dad would come in and used an aerosol spray around her bed (deodorant or something) and told her that it was poison and that if she got up in the middle of the night and stepped on it, it would burn her feet.
Well that reminded of a couple of nasty stories my parents told me.
Just before my 5th birthday my family and I went on a trip to Greece. On the flight, my brother and sister sat in the middle aisle of the plane. My parents and I were one row in front and in the aisle next to the window.
Two black Africans sat next to my brother and sister. Well I had never seen Africans before, other than on television. Well my mother told me that Africans live differently to us, they live off the land. They don’t have shops or cars and don’t wear the same sorts of clothes that we do.
And here comes the clanger. My mother says, “You better keep an eye on your brother and sister. Because in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep, if the Africans get hungry, they might eat your brother or your sister”.
Why would you say that to a five year old? I was freaked out. I spent the whole time twisted around in my seat so I could keep an eye on them.
On our stopover in either Bangkok or Singapore, my mother told me to stay close because these people eat children. Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh.
Also, on this flight we went through some turbulence which woke me up. I asked my mum what happened and she told me. She also told me that the plane landed in the water, went all the way to the bottom, like in those Airport movies. But our pilot, the brave little soul, saved everyone. He flew that jumbo jet straight out of the water and back into the sky. What a champ.
Needless to say, I haven’t been back to Greece.
Anyway, one of the participants said that at night when she went to bed her dad would come in and used an aerosol spray around her bed (deodorant or something) and told her that it was poison and that if she got up in the middle of the night and stepped on it, it would burn her feet.
Well that reminded of a couple of nasty stories my parents told me.
Just before my 5th birthday my family and I went on a trip to Greece. On the flight, my brother and sister sat in the middle aisle of the plane. My parents and I were one row in front and in the aisle next to the window.
Two black Africans sat next to my brother and sister. Well I had never seen Africans before, other than on television. Well my mother told me that Africans live differently to us, they live off the land. They don’t have shops or cars and don’t wear the same sorts of clothes that we do.
And here comes the clanger. My mother says, “You better keep an eye on your brother and sister. Because in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep, if the Africans get hungry, they might eat your brother or your sister”.
Why would you say that to a five year old? I was freaked out. I spent the whole time twisted around in my seat so I could keep an eye on them.
On our stopover in either Bangkok or Singapore, my mother told me to stay close because these people eat children. Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh.
Also, on this flight we went through some turbulence which woke me up. I asked my mum what happened and she told me. She also told me that the plane landed in the water, went all the way to the bottom, like in those Airport movies. But our pilot, the brave little soul, saved everyone. He flew that jumbo jet straight out of the water and back into the sky. What a champ.
Needless to say, I haven’t been back to Greece.
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Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Its amazing I ever got a boyfriend at all, having that drilled into me everyday!
Comment by Mishpish
Allergy Window
A lovely and enjoyable post. Love anything that brings on nostalgia.
I was sent through 12 years of catholic school with old scary nun teachers.
My father once asked me when I was six to ask my teacher (a very old nun indeed) if jesus was so perfect and without sin, why would he forsake his father on the cross.
Innocently I asked the question. Sister Irene looked at me with rage and sent me to the principal's office.
My father thought it was funny and would think of more tortuous questions for me to innocently ask. I never did learn!
Comment by Anonymous
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Any trip from Aus to Europe is long enough I can imagine this one was a nightmare... especially for a 5 year old! Your trip back must have been rather the same....
ash
Comment by yoda76
The Tube Blog
;o)
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
their parents probably told them to watch out for the White people... may try to convert them on the flight over...
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
That sucks. No two ways about it.
Hi Mishpish,
Your father? Parents can be nasty little buggers. Did Sister Irene ever come near you again? She might still talk about you to the young ones today. "Be careful what you ask children. I new this little girl once...."
Hi Anonymous,
I'm glad you feel better after your comment.
I also love the term organised religion. Is there disorganised religion? Maybe people would feel more comfortable with that?
Hi Ash,
My flight back well....Grease was playing and I was so excited because I loved Olivia Newton John but I couldn't see the screen very well. So I sat up on the arm rest until the person behind me told me to get down because I was in the way. The first time I saw Grease I only saw the top left corner of the film.
That trip sucked.
I got measles while I was in Greece. The old cafe in my mother's village stank. My uncle had chickens that always charged you if you went into the yard.
My pants (flares) got sucked into the escalators because I stood too close to the edge. My cousin kept pulling my hair.
My uncle had a white kitten that I fell in love with and my brother subsequently killed it by feeding it walnuts.
I had to get up at 4am or something ridiculous like that to go to christmas mass. The men and women were segregated in the church
The snow 'burnt' my hands. I almost fell off the Parthenon. My grandparents house had an outside toilet - it was winter.
My aunt insisted I have a midday nap when I thought I was too old for them.
I'll stop now.
Ash, yoda76,
Hadn't actually thought of that.
That's funny.
Thanks everyone for your visit and your stories.
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
Forgot to mention. One of the chickens did attack my sister so my uncle cut off its head and we ate it for dinner.
Chickens really do still run around even without their head...as bloody as it is.
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
oh you had those lovely flights where they had one screen for the whole class??? hehehehehe I travelled on planes like this up until about 5 years ago!
see if you and I ever landed up on a trip together I would make sure that every person within a 100km radius had very good travel insurance... sounds like they would need it....
yep! they sure do run around without their heads... when I was in Junior school a duck or something came running out of the kitchen with no head, blood gushing out of its newly severed head... Christmas lunch for the Boarders didn`t go down to well....
if there is ever a return trip to Greece (Grease) I hope it is more pleasurable!!!!
ash
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
I'm too scared of my family in Greece to be honest. They're just really full on.
And I haven't been anywhere, overseas that is, since that trip.
I came close to going to the UK to work but Mr M (we had just started going out) ask me to stay...so I did...and then I got married...I then started to plan a trip to the US but then I found out I was pregnant....and now I'm blogging....maybe adsense can fund my overseas holiday.....in 2078....
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by David
I couldn't help thinking about the film Bad Boy Bubby when I was reading your post ...
HIs mum tells him the air is poison outside, and puts a gas mask on to go outside, and keeps him locked inside for 30 years ...
After cling-wrapping his parents to death (due to practicising on the cat), he ventures out into the world for the first time, wearing his mum's gas mask ...
(It's a very sick film .. [as in, it opens with a full-on, incest scene, but if you can stomach that? It's one of the funniest films you'll ever see about wicked/nasty parents and stuffed-up children ...
Bubby ends up becoming a rock-star *
Chaste hetero embraces and none of that other stuff ...
David ...
Comment by yoda76
The Tube Blog
Sick doesn't quite cover it. But De Heer did a magnificent job of capturing the world through the eyes of someone seeing it forthe first time.
Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
I remember the time I was out to dinner with my parents and of course, was acting up as usual! Well I was only six at the time but still...there was an oddly patterned carpet on the floor and I kepp looking at it as if it might come to life...Noticing this, my Mother, bless her heart, told me in no uncertain terms that there were "carpet creatures" living within the rug, and they loved to eat little boys who didn't behave for lunch!
After that I behaved like a little angel, but nearly peed my pants because I was too afraid to go to the restroom for fear the "carpet creatures" would eat me! lolol
The things we tell our kids to make them behave...
Great post, brings back memories!
Take care,
Nick
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
LOL That's great! Okay maybe not great for you as a kid. That's one story I haven't heard.
Thanks for the visit and the comment.
Love & stuff
Mrs M