Saturday, November 15, 2008

Memoirs of a crazy childhood chapter 10

One of my most painful childhood memories was the day I sat in an ant pile.  In the summer.  With shorts on.  The age of 5.  We lived in Reno Park and my mother had sent me out to play, back then, believe it or not, mothers sent their children outside to play by themselves,  and I think my dog Go-Lucky was with me.  I do remember that it was hot and for some reason I sat right in the middle of a red ant pile.  I don't know how many ant bites I got that day, a lot, but I can tell you this, that was 35 years ago and I still remember how bad it stung.  The feeling is almost like touching a hot burner.  I don't recommend it.

3 comments:

Ann said...

Ouch!!! that must have been horrible for you, and yes those memories stay forever.
Yep! this if it takes off will be a world wide book group stretching from the Uk to you and beyond and everywhere in between... lets go for it, January is good for me coz' I am in Arizona for nearly a month during December and early January...cant wait to get some sun.

Mom said...

You're right, Ann. Those memories never leave you. When I was around 8 or 9 my brother and I stepped on a rotten log while out hiking and that log contained a yellowjacket nest. We were both stung multiple times and had to continue hiking to the top of the ravine. My father loaded us into the car and drove us to creek, stripped us naked and rolled us in the mud. We road home (90 miles), naked, caked in mud and never had any kind of reaction to the bee stings (at least 20 or 30 stings each).

Chrissy and Jack said...

That hurts just thinking about it!