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Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks


This is the 9th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!
I’m also linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop 3.) Share a Summer Camp memory.

1991-1992
7th Grade
Youth Camp Stinks



The summer before I entered the 7th Grade (and a few months before I turned 12) I went to Youth Camp for the first only time. Our friends from church, Jayna and Julie, had been going for years and always told my sister and I how much fun it was. I didn’t really want to go. I’m not into sports or the outdoors, so the word “camp” in and of itself doesn’t appeal to me. But Jayna convinced me that I needed to go because we would have so much fun together and of course the place would be crawling with cute Christian boys. (Isn’t that why everyone goes to Youth Camp…the boys, the Christian boys.)

Jayna and I wouldn’t be going to Youth Camp with our sisters Julie and Jessie because we were bumped up into a new age group this year, so they would be going to camp a week later. Although my sister and I rarely got along it was always convenient in situations like this to have a sister so close in age. We seemed to get along great when we were somewhere we didn’t know anyone else…we always had each other and weren’t pressured to make new friends if we didn’t want to. It would be okay, though, because I’d be spending all of my time with Jayna anyway, right? Well. When you filled out your application you were able to put down the name of two other campers that you wanted to room with. The only person that I knew was Jayna so I wrote her name down. I don’t know whether or not Jayna wrote down my name, but she also wrote down the name of one of her camp friends…and all of her camp friends wrote down her name. So there was no room for me in that room and I was placed in a room down the hall where I knew absolutely nobody. I pretty much didn’t see Jayna for the rest of camp.

When my mom dropped me off at camp I begged her not to leave me there. I didn’t want to go to begin with. But she said that I’d made a commitment and it was already paid for and maybe I’d have fun. So I had to stay. I heard later that my grandma couldn’t believe that my mom left me there alone in “that place”. Haha. The dorm rooms were incredibly crowded with no air conditioning. They told you to be sure to wear flip flops in the shower so that you didn’t get a fungus on your feet. Um, no thank you. I didn’t shower all week (yeah, gross, I know…but the showers weren’t much cleaner). The food was terrible and I pretty much never complained about my mom’s food again (Not that there was anything to complain about. My mom is an amazing cook, but I was a picky eater that wouldn’t eat anything but chicken fingers for the first 13 years of life.). I refused to eat the food. I survived on Twix, Dr. Pepper, and Slime Slurps that I’d get at the “Canteen” every night. (Yes, I did save the wrapper from one of my Slime Slurps as a Youth Camp souvenir. You can thank me later.)

I hated Youth Camp. It was everything that I thought it would be dirty, hot, outside, sports, blah, blah, blah. I don’t remember seeing any cute boys or there being any activities that I’d enjoy (like drama, dance, music, or art). I did make one friend who was in my room named, Tonia. I don’t remember too much about her except she was really skinny and had very light blonde hair and one night we stayed up on her bunk singing “I’m Proud to be an American”. I never saw or heard from her again after camp although I think I wrote her a few letters that I never mailed.

My favorite part of camp was “Chapel”. These were basically the church services. There was one in the afternoon that was more like a Bible study and one in the evening that you were to dress up for (yay, church clothes and no shower!) and there was a full service with worship music, sermon, and alter calls. I always really enjoyed the lessons and the singing, and worship and all of it. Unfortunately in the afternoon I had a hard time staying awake. I even started to skip swimming thinking that the water was making me sleepy for Chapel, but it didn’t help too much. Still I really enjoyed the services and it was the only thing about camp that I liked. But I don’t think you needed to drop me in the woods with no shower and no food for me to experience that.

I never went to Youth Camp again and to this day I speak of the perils and horrors that were Youth Camp 1991. So I present to you my “Youth Camp Stinks” folder created by my 12 year old tortured soul so scarred for life by this experience. I’ve typed out the text below in case you can’t read my hand writing (You’ll need to click on the image and enlarge it for full enjoyment). I wrote with much sarcasm (if you couldn’t tell) and I’m honestly not sure what half of this stuff means, anyway.
Clearly I’ve blocked a lot out.

I went to Youth Camp last year in Summerset.
Camp lasted from Mon. to Fri.
We slept in small, crowded rooms, dorms, and the food was horrible!
My counselor was Lou Ann
I learned to ______________
I really liked camp because of all the people I met!
The worst part about camp was the food. No the rooms. Oh, who knows.
New friends I met at camp: Tonia Z., Carrie, Nicky

My “Youth Camp Stinks” Folder By Jennifer S.

Dear Parents and Campers,
This is a note about things in Youth Camp
Read carefully and remember what you read
From,
Youth Camp People
Youth Camp ‘91

1. Hamburgers, Pizza
2. Scrambled eggs, ham patties, and fruit
Lunch – hamburgers
Dinner – Spaghetti
3. Scrambled eggs, ham bits, and fruit
Lunch – Pretzel Sandwiches and vegetables soup
Dinner – Chicken
4. Cereal, fruit
Lunch – Chicken Patti
Sandwich Dinner – Meat Loaf
5. Cereal fruit
Yum, yum! Eat up.
Our Camp bedrooms are cozy with 10 comfortable beds stuffed neatly in one small room, which holds 9 little campers and 1 sleepy counselor. The room consists of 5 bunk beds, a full length mirror and 5 hooks for hanging clothes. To make lots of room there are no dressers or closets, the children keep their clothes stuffed in their suit cases and dirty clothes bag.
A Youth camp bed may look ugly and uncomfortable but really aren’t, with the help of your children, their blankets and animals, help spice up the room the week they’re there!
Before..and..after!
Now just see how it brightens up the room. Remember that when you come!!!

Don’t forget to visit the Youth Camp Graveyard and pay your respects to those who passed on during the week of their stay, so please, if you will, just drop by.
Rocky Squirrel killed * Mollissa Mole killed * Mrs. Tomas Counselor Food Poisoning * Joanna Burns Camper Ran over by golf cart * Mr. Jones Counselor Broken Back

As you can tell we have new carpets, so we allow no eating or drinking in the dorm or rooms & no food in the tabernacle.

We hope you had fun at Youth Camp “91”!
Youth Camp “91”
Friday 26, 1991 Time 9:55
Specialty Pretzel Sandwiches
Price: Free
Served with vegetable soup!

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by Her Grandma


This is the 8th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1990-1991
6th Grade
Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma



In 1990 I entered the 6th Grade and turned 11 years old. This was actually a pretty big year for me, but I wouldn’t realize it until adulthood. I started ballet, met one of my best friends in the world, started getting insanely boy crazy, started writing a lot, and felt God calling me into youth ministry. I was much more used to the Middle School now although I always got nervous in the beginning because there were many new teachers. Once again I had some trouble with my locker and had to carry all of my books around in a back pack everywhere that I went.

One day after school was out I walked outside where my maternal Grandma was waiting in the car to drive my sister and I home. My sister was already in the front seat and I could see that she and my Grandma were having a fight. I got to the car and opened the back door. My back pack was so heavy because I was carrying all of my books with me that I had to toss it into the car first. Before I could even get into the car my Grandmother drove off! She’s down the block with the back door wide open and I’m standing on the sidewalk screaming “Grandma!”. That’s not the worst of it. When she drove away…she ran over my foot with the car! Yep. Kids were standing around laughing and making fun of me, but I didn’t care. I was a little preoccupied with the fact that my Grandma just ran over my foot and then drove away and left me there!

I don’t remember how long it took her to come back around for me, or what made her realize that I wasn’t in the car (I don’t think she made it any further than the stop sign…and I think I even walked over to the stop sign and got into the car). The story that I heard was that my sister was upset for some reason and said that as soon as I got into the car that she was going to jump out of the car. When I tossed my heavy book bag into the back seat, my Grandma thought that it was me getting into the car (since her eyes were on my sister and she felt a “thud”), and she sped off in hopes that Jess wouldn’t jump out of the car. None of us remember why Jess was upset and wanted to get out of the car, but I know that I’ll never forget being run over by my Grandma in front of half of the school!

Don’t worry, it didn’t really hurt that bad and my foot was fine by the next day.

Just for the fun of it, although it’s completed unrelated to being mowed down by one’s own grandmother ;), here is a watercolor painting that I made while in FL that July. I’ve never been much of a painter, but I’ve always liked this picture.

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade


This is the 7th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1989-1990
5th Grade
Nothing’s Scary in the 5th Grade

Before I move on to my story, let us first discuss the awesomeness that is my sweater. You truly can not appreciate the awesomeness in its entirety because you can’t see the whole sweater. Let me paint a picture for you, if I may. On the body portion of the sweater is the head of a giraffe. The blue fringe that you see in the photo is the giraffe’s fur on its head and neck which goes down the whole left sleeve of the sweater, making it appear as though your arm is the extension of the giraffe’s neck and its neck is bent over on to the sweater. It doesn’t getting any cooler than that! I do not intend to throw my extreme coolness in your face and I apologize if you are jealous because your childhood sweaters were not as rad as mine were. I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself.

In 1989 I started the 5th Grade. That meant Middle School (Junior High for some of you). Everything was about to change. I was going to a new building that was unfamiliar and much bigger than the elementary school. I mean, it had a separate cafeteria, gymnasium, and auditorium! No more cafegymatorium? We’re talking big time here, people! The big unfamiliar building wasn’t the only thing that terrified me. How about lockers…with combinations?! Not bad enough? How about having class periods, changing classes throughout the day (which also meant having many teachers instead of just one!)? Let me tell you, it was enough to give a 10-year-old girl afraid of change a nervous break down.

When the first day of school came I was too scared to go to my Homeroom. I begged my mom to take me. She came inside of the school with me and waited with me in the hall until the bell rang and then she walked me upstairs to my class. She told me that I was too old for this, but I didn’t care! (I tried to have her do the same thing my first day of high school, but she refused! Admittedly I wasn’t near as frightened about that transition as this one.). I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to get into my locker, or that I’d forget the combination, or that I’d get lost going to one of my classes, or that I’d get my schedule mixed up and go to the wrong place at the wrong time, or that I’d get to class but brought the wrong book.

My fears were not completely unfounded. I did have some trouble with my locker. I ended up carrying around all of my books with me everywhere for the first week of school. It was not easy carrying around all of those books because I was so tiny. I also had trouble finding my way around. On the first day I couldn’t find the gym. I asked several people, who explained it to me…but I still couldn’t find it. I was just wandering around the halls alone crying. Eventually, somehow, I managed to find the gym. Thankfully my teacher was nice and understanding about why I was late, although I assume it’s pretty tough to yell at a tiny 10-year-old girl carrying her own weight in books crying hysterically about how she couldn’t find the gym.

Even though I wasn’t entirely wrong about how scary Middle School was I certainly overreacted to the change. Just like many before me and many after me, I eventually worked out my issues with my locker, learned my way around, memorized my schedule and kept a copy of it in my Trapper Keeper just in case. Middle School wasn’t so bad after that.

1989-1990 5th Grade Gym Class

Girl-y Talk

At one point during the school year all of the 5th grade girls were called to the auditorium. The school nurse showed us a video. I don’t remember too much about it except that it looked like it was made in the 70s, was set in a camp by a lake, and involved girls wearing knee socks. What any of that had to do with teaching us about getting our periods…I’ll never know. But that’s what this was about. No we didn’t talk about it, that would come a few years later. The nurse told us all what to expect and that it would happen to all of us in the next few years. Then she gave each of us a kit. It was a flimsy cardboard box which I seem to remember being peach in color with little white flowers (dots? stars?) on it. Inside were a few different pads (sanitary napkins) of different thickness, some pamphlets, and a sleeve that you could slip a spare pad inside of to keep in your purse. When I got home from school that day I took my special box and slid it underneath my bed.

And now I leave you with this little treasure that was inside the box…

…and it unfolds!

You are welcome 😉

You can read about my 10th birthday here:
Jenn’s 10th Birthday Party 1989

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Colonel Mustard on a rollercoaster with a plastic fork


This is the 6th and last post in a 6 week series joining Ginny who is guest posting at Mommy’s Piggy Tales hosting the Young Adult Years version to record your youth.
This is my final post for the Mommy’s Piggy Tales Young Adult Years series.
This week I decided to write using the “Just Plain Fun” prompt, although at the time this story wasn’t all that funny to me.

2000
Just Plain Fun
Colonel Mustard on a rollercoaster with a plastic fork

In August of 2000, Cool Daddy and I decided to go on a vacation to Orlando, FL to visit my paternal grandparents. Unfortunately my grandpa ended up going into the hospital before we got there, so we stayed with my aunt and uncle. The last time I had visited Florida was 3 years prior, after my graduation from high school. Although I’ve never lived in FL, I’ve visited so often throughout my life that I certainly consider myself a veteran of the theme parks. In the 3 years since my last visit Disney had opened Animal Kingdom and Universal had opened Islands of Adventure, so there were a few parks that were new to me. I’ll spare you the details of all of our various trips to the parks (including a story about a man yelling at us for thinking we were cutting in line, me making Cool Daddy practically run from attraction to attraction, and getting lost for hours (yes, hours) trying to find our way back home from “The World”). Instead I’ll tell you about one park in particular.

Universal’s Islands of Adventure was having a special. I don’t remember the details of it now 10 years later, but basically you go to the park much earlier than it’s normally open, you buy a ticket (at a discounted price?), they give you a pass to go on certain rides, once you go on the ride they mark your pass and you can’t go on it again until the park opens. I don’t remember how early we had to be there…but I am not a morning person so any time before 10am is early to me. I think that they opened it at 7am which means we had to get up around 6am. Now that all of that nonsense is out of the way, here’s how our trip went.

I’m pretty sure that the first ride that we went on was The Incredible Hulk. It’s a big ‘ol scary rollercoaster. I am scared to death of heights and therefore never go on a rollercoaster if I can help it. This was Cool Daddy’s first trip to FL and there was only the two of us and he really wanted to go on the ride. I told him that I would go on it just this one time and never again. I was terrified throughout the entire line. I wanted to throw up or pee my pants or both…but I didn’t want to go on that ride. But I did and I hated every.single.second. Now I was a tiny little thing so there’s a lot of room between me and the shoulder bars. Throughout the ride I was flopping all over the place and being thrown towards the bars. I kept feeling like the bars would just swing open and I would plummet to my death (I’m not dramatic at all). I kept my eyes shut tight and prayed through the entire ride. And I’ve never went on it again.

For your viewing enjoyment, here I am having a near death experience on The Incredible Hulk.

After riding The Hulk and Spiderman we decided to walk past the water rides to the Jurassic Park ride. We didn’t want to be soaking wet when we went on the other rides so we figured we’d save those water rides for later. The only people on The Jurassic Park ride were us and a family of four who sat in front of us. The ride is on a boat and at the end of the ride there’s a drop and you can get wet. Now I’ve been on Splash Mountain (Disney World: Magic Kingdom) before and I’ve hardly gotten wet on that ride, so I wasn’t expecting much from this ride either. The boat dropped and we got absolutely soaked and for whatever reason, I got the worst of it.

Here we are on the ride. This is one of me and Cool Daddy’s favorite photos, but it has nothing to do with us. Take a close look at the face of the kid in the front row.

Here I tried to crop it so that you can see the kid better.

This picture just cracked us up. His face is hysterical. LOVE. IT.

So now we leave the ride and I am completely soaked. I was wearing a tank top with spaghetti straps and my shirt was just hanging off of me. My hair was soaked and at the time it was too short for me to pull back into a pony tail. I walked over to one of the (closed) outdoor food stations and grabbed a plastic fork and started combing my hair with it (hey, if Ariel can do it, why can’t I? Maybe because I was at Universal and not at Disney). This embarrassed Cool Daddy who begged me to throw the fork away. There was no one around so I’m not really sure why he cared so much. Maybe it was because I was singing songs from The Little Mermaid while I was combing my hair with the plastic fork. Nah…that couldn’t be it.

After The Jurassic Park ride we were heading over to the water-ride portion of the park (why?! I was already soaked!). On our way there a group of people were coming towards us but they were no where near us. Somehow my equilibrium was off and I started walking in a diagonal directly towards them and walked smack dab into some guy. And Cool Daddy laughed. This ended up happening two other times before we left the park that day. Next we went on Dudley Do-Right’s Ripsaw Falls which is a Log Jammer kind of ride. The line is inside of a building and the floors sloped down hill at times and turned many corners. Because there weren’t many people in the park, the line was moving pretty fast. At one point I turned a corner (apparently a little too fast) and walked right into the wall. And Cool Daddy laughed.

It was almost time for the park to officially open and we had been on almost every ride. For the special early opening they didn’t open any of the gift shops or restaurants. At the Port of Entry there was a deli called Croissant Moon Bakery that was open. We decided to stop there and grab a quick bite before heading over to the Studios. Since it was the only place open it was really busy in there.

We walked through the line and we each had a tray with a sandwich on it. I took my tray over to the condiment counter. I grabbed some napkins and straws and then applied mayonnaise to my sandwich. Then I wanted some mustard. The mustard was in one of the pump-type dispenser thingys. I pumped the mustard and applied how much I wanted and then attempted to “turn off” the pump. But it was stuck…and the mustard kept coming. At one point I had enough good sense to move my sandwich out from under the stream of mustard. I couldn’t figure out how to shut the stupid thing off. I called Cool Daddy over who was both amused and horrified. He likes to keep a low profile so the fact that the whole restaurant was watching me scramble to turn off the pump while mustard went everywhere and a line was building up behind us was more attention then he cared to get. Finally Cool Daddy managed to make the mustard stop. Now there was a gigantic pool of mustard covering my tray. It was all over the tray station as well. Mustard was everywhere. I asked Cool Daddy to help me clean it up but he has some strange hatred for mustard and didn’t want to touch it (Yeah, who’s laughing now, buddy? Well, actually, neither of us…but still…that’s what you get for laughing at me.) I think I used a whole box of napkins trying to clean up my tray with little success. I truly don’t remember what happened after that, but I have my suspicions that we told one of the workers about their malfunctioning mustard dispenser and left the mess for them to clean. I wasn’t getting anywhere with the napkins.

By the time we left Islands of Adventure and got to Universal Studios my shirt was completely stretched out from the weight of the water pulling on it for hours. It was just hanging off of me in the front showing all my bits and pieces. If I pulled it up and back to cover up it would show the band of my bra and almost my entire back. We tried knotting up the straps but it was uncomfortable and looked ridiculous. We went to the gift shop and I bought a Back to the Future tank top and wore that the rest of the day.

I don’t remember much else about the rest of our day at The Studios since things must’ve went uphill from there. I do remember that for some reason Cool Daddy and I got into a tiff after getting some slushies and I just walked away from him. He had no idea where he was since he’d never been to the park before. I’m pretty sure that he didn’t cry, but it was still kinda mean of me. I didn’t leave him alone for long and the rest of our day was lovely, near as I can remember.

So for those of you keeping score: I got up at 6am, was scarred for life on a rollercoaster, was drenched on a boat ride resulting in stretching out my shirt which in turn resulted in me nearly flashing my goodies to innocent families, walked into 3 people and a wall, formed The Great Lake of Mustard in a crowded restaurant, ate a mustard-drenched sandwich, and abandoned my boyfriend in an unfamiliar theme park.

I’ve really enjoyed writing about my young adult years…and I hardly scratched the surface! I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading it and I hope that you’ll read the rest of my Piggy Tales (birth-12th Grade).

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 9 4th Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway


This is the 6th post in a 12 week series joining Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1988-1989
4th Grade

During my 4th Grade year we had a church fellowship dinner at the Chippewa Fire Hall. My grandparents must’ve been visiting from FL for some reason, because their van is a key part of this story. We were one of the last people to leave the fellowship which wasn’t unusual since we were usually the first ones to arrive and last ones to leave for most church functions.

My dad was sitting in the passenger’s side of my grandparents van with the door open. I was going to climb inside of the van, but being a little thing, I needed a boost. At the time vans didn’t have handles for you to pull yourself up with, so I decided to grab onto the door divider. You know, the part of the van between the passenger door and the sliding door.

1992 Trading in the old van

As I grabbed onto it and my fingers wrapped around the rubber on the inside of the passenger doorway, my dad not seeing me, decided to shut the door. He pulled the door closed on my fingers. Slammed it hard too (it’s kinda hard not to slam a van door hard because they’re so heavy). Needless to say I began screaming and screaming. If my memory serves me correctly it took a little while before my dad realized what happened and opened the door back up, at least it seemed that way to me. My mom came running and her and some other ladies from the church stood around me in the tiny bathroom running my fingers under cold water while I cried and cried. The picture of mine and my mom’s hands together under the cold water is so vivid in my mind. I don’t really recall there being any blood, which isn’t unusual because I don’t believe I broke any skin despite how hard the door was shut.

When we got home, my mom made me a splint for my fingers. The only two that were badly damaged were the pointer and middle finger on my right hand. She taped them together, made a splint, and wrapped them all up with gauze. I never went to the doctor or emergency room to have them checked out, but I’m certain my fingers were broken.

I don’t remember if I went back to school right away or not, but I know that it was difficult trying to do my homework because I couldn’t write very well with my broken fingers wrapped up in gauze. After some begging I finally convinced my mom to write out my work for me while I gave her the answers.
(I’m wondering if the 5 days I missed during the first six weeks of school was due to my smashed fingers.)

Eventually one day in the tub when I had the bandages off my fingernails floated off into the water. It didn’t hurt but it seriously grossed me out. I don’t remember how long it took me to grow my nails back, but I was so glad when I did. Having no finger nail or only having half of one felt too creepy.

I still have scars on those two fingers and they’re slightly crooked, although you’d never be able to tell if I didn’t point it out. I definitely never put my hands anywhere near the doorway of any vehicle door ever again!

(I tried to take pictures of my fingers to show you the scars, but they didn’t really show up on camera. Oh well.)

And now I leave you with a sample of my incredibly talented art work from 1989.
Good day to you.

You can read about my 9th birthday here:
Jenn’s 9th Birthday Party 1988 (You should stop by and read this for the hair alone, if for no other reason! You won’t be sorry.)

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class


This is the 5th post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1987-1988
3rd Grade

1987 and 1988 were the most memorable years of my life ever and let me tell you why…
For the past two nights I have leafed through my memorabilia, my fingers itching with anticipation to get to the keyboard and share my stories. For the past two nights I wondered how I could reign in the long-winded story telling demon possessing me that so desired to divulge pages of details from such an important year of my life. For the past two nights with purpose and focus I sat with my laptop prepared to write the most intriguing and telling stories of my past to date. For the past two nights I have unintentionally fallen asleep trying to do so with nary a word typed out. The excitement…it overcame me.

*For those of you who aren’t attune to sarcasm it was running ramped in that paragraph in regards to how exciting and memorable this year of my life was. I did, however, actually fall asleep on two separate occasions trying to write this post.*

For whatever reason this year (age 8 3rd Grade) just was not memorable for me. Not only that, but it seems to have disappeared from my memorabilia as well. I searched home movies. 1985, 1986, 1988…where’s 1987? I looked through a notebook my grandma had kept about my summers in FL. 1986, 1988, 1989, 1990…no 1987. The photos are few and without any attached memory or story that I can recall.

So with an awesome build up like that I bet you just can’t wait to read what I’ve written. There’s no where left to go but up, people. At least let’s hope so.

Mr. Baumgartner was my 3rd grade teacher. I don’t remember much about him. I seem to remember him always telling me to stop talking…but I honestly don’t remember doing that much talking. I don’t think he liked me very much. Maybe I was being totally rotten…but if so I’ve honestly blocked it all out (and apparently destroyed all the evidence). I got my first C grade that year in Math. That really disappointed me. I had a much harder time with my grades that year.

As I mentioned above I apparently did a lot of talking this year. So much so, that I actually got a writing assignment. You know, the one where you have to write “I will not talk in class.” a hundred times. I think I might’ve even had to write it out on the board too. Wow. And that’s all I have to say about that.

I now leave you with the one class work assignment that I was able to find in all of my school stuff.

I hope that you have a lovely and much more exciting day.

For slightly more interesting reads you can visit the following links.

You can read about all of my childhood Halloweens here:
Ghosts of Halloween Past: My Childhood Halloweens

You can read all of My Piggy Tales here:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

Coolest Family on the Block is committed to helping you find creative ways to have fun and make memories with your family all year-long. Don’t miss an idea, tip, or trick…subscribe and have updates sent directly to your email!