Urgh, we're going to dissect frogs in about a week in Biology class. Seriously, it's enough to make one croak, heh.
*cymbols play in the background*
I can't remember having too many nasty experiences lately, but there was one that happened when I was little. I kind of brought it upon myself, since I was an immensely curious kid back then, (*remembers when he almost stuck his finger in a fan* How the times have changed, heh) but still I really didn't know better. My sister reminded me of it recently... not out of the kindnest of her heart, but because it's something I can't spit a good comeback at, heh. Anyways, here goes:
My family and I were at a performance of some sort. My mom and dad were sitting on their chairs while my sister and I sat comfortably fromthe ground, watching the show from above. After a while, my sister began to hear smacking sounds, as if someone was chewing gum. She looked around, and found me happily chewing away on some. It suprised her, because she never recalled being offered some herself. Turning, she asked me about where I got it. "Over here," I said, motioning for her to follow me. I lead her directly under a table, and bid her to look up. My sister said the most priceless part about this whole thing was the delight that was on my face, when she looked down from the gum hanging from the bottom of the table.
After that I remember a sharp yell, and a hand slapping me in the back of the head, hehe.
I'll try to think of some more!