I have one in particular, that makes me laugh every time I think about it


My mum's natural hair colour is dark brown. One day, she decided to dye it Platinum Blonde. That blonde shade is the exact same hair colour her sister uses. I was seven at the time, and an only child. Sometimes I forget I used to be an only child. Anyway, after she dyed her hair, she walked into my room, asking me what I think of it. This is no lie, she looked exactly like my aunty Lindsay, her sister. I looked at her horrified, because I thought it was my aunty pretending to be my mum. "YOU'RE NOT MY MUM!", I shouted, which is what all mums want to hear (not). "I am", she said. "You're NOT!", i retaliated. She couldn't stop laughing. She really did look exactly like my aunt. "Yeah. Sure you are. MY mum has BROWN hair, not BLONDE. And don't bother expecting me to believe you, unless you dye your hair brown". The poor woman had no choice but to dye her hair back to brown.

Lol my mom was always changing her looks. I was use to it. It was when my dad shaved his winter beard that always freaked me out!

I could post in this thread until its locked down. I am blessed with many happy moments.. one of my favorites is when my family took a day trip to an amusement park in Santa Claus Indiana. Its called Holiday World. My dads favorite place in the world I think! He loved the bumper boats. So did my mom but she hates swimming or having her head under water because she can't swim. Well my parents went to ride the boats and I stood watching because I wasn't old enough to ride yet. My dad gets in his boat, good to go. My mom however misses her seat totally and falls right into that water! She's splashing around thinking she is drowning and so did I! The ride attendant jumps into the water to help her and shes freaking out and he has to shout at her because all the flailing around she is doing is getting him soaked and angry he can't even help her. I heard him yell Ma'am Ma'am you can stand up! Its only waist deep! Ma'am just stand up! Finally my mom gets out of the water. Soaked and the man ask if she still wants to ride. She noticed my dad was way out the other side of the pool acting like he didn't even know her! Lol! So yes she got back on the ride and went after him! I heard her saying things like "thanks for helping me"..and "let your wife drown" as she attacked his boat with hers! I still hear his laughter.

Ha ha. Awwwwww. Cool. Thanks for your input :) @realcarebear

Riding the Big Wheel.
When I was a little kid, you either had a Big Wheel or a Green Machine.
then...enter the amazing Huffy! that was the end of the plastic rides. now I could leave the sidewalk, and even the block. life would never be the same.

Family vacations at the beach and at Mackinaw Island for the weekend..such great times.

Omg I had a big wheel! It was carebears too!lol! The orange one made the back on the seat!

Small things really can change a person's entire look, I went back to school a few days ago and this guy I knew had grown a beard. He came up and said hello to me and I had no idea who he was, he looked so different. Later I apologized and told him I didn't recognize him because of the beard. Then a lady I knew from one of the offices had lightened her hair and I had no idea who she was either...hair and makeup are really powerful.

I posted this on M2 a while back:

Ozzie

When I was a child, we spent every summer in
Laguna Beach, CA, at my grandparents beach house.
Lots of movie stars about.

My mother, the ex beauty queen, loved to
prance my sister and I on the beach, to get attention.
Ozzie and Harriet and David and Ricky were
always there.

One day, she pushed me, literally, over to
where Ozzie was holding court.
I was resisting mightily and we got loud.
Ozzie heard us and beckoned me over.

Sat me on his lap. "What is wrong sweetheart?"
With the wisdom of my 5 years I calmly explained
to him that my Mother was insisting that he
was Ozzie Nelson. I was very indignant.
Because I knew he could not be..I watched
Ozzie & Harriet weekly, and Ozzie, as everyone
knew, had dark hair.

This guy's hair was as white as could be.
And I told him so.

He started laughing, his head thrown back, and
the other people around him were gathering close.
"Well, you are a very smart little girl" he said.
"Who do I look like then?" I studied his face.
I said, "You look like a Fred." This made him
howl with laughter.
He insisted everyone around him start calling
him Fred.

I spent the afternoon on his lap and he
questioned me about a lot of things. He seemed
greatly amused and of course, I had no
idea why. Only that he kept waving my Mother
away and that was good enough for me.

From then on, every day, he would call me
over to sit on his lap and converse.
About anything on my mind.
Oh yes, I always had a lot to say :-)

Over the years, I would RUN down to his
part of the beach when first we got there and
he always swept me up and hugged me to
beat the band. And we would talk and talk.

Harriet was rarely there but the boys were.
He would have them babysit me if I was
alone and he had to go. The boys were crazy
for my beautiful aunt, and would do anything
for their Dad and her hottiness.

There were years I did not see him, then he
would be there.
We were like old buddies. I think he appreciated
the genuineness of a child. I was thrilled that
someone could intimidate my Mother :-)

He died the year I got married, I think he might
have come to it.
He gave me quite the letch for older men :-)
I miss him still.
I named my cat Fred.

What a lovely memory.

For sure :-)

My father drowned when I was 5 so my mother sold the house and moved us(my two sisters and I) to Long Beach, CA to be closer to her sister (mom didn't know how to drive)One of my favorite memories was during the summer when we were probably driving her nutso (poor mom she was known in the neighborhood as the " that widow woman and her brats" yes, we were the neighborhood terrors) anyway she would pack a picnic lunch and take us on the bus (no small feat) and we would go to the beach,eat yummy sandy fried chicken and we would frolic in the water and play all day on the beach and she would most likely sit there and just relax............so funny because my brother ,sister and I were at the lake when my father drowned yet none of us ever had a fear of water..............we swam in the ocean, surfed, jumped off bridges into water, would even swim in mucky stock ponds, we all loved to swim.

yearly family vacations

and yearly family reunions

Climbing trees so high felt the branches sway. Slipping out of the house and riding horses bareback in my night gown in the moonlight.
Laying in the shallow water on the warm sandbars of the Medicine river. Skinny dipping in the rock quarry and being to scared to come out when the cougars would come down to water. Driving 125 MPH on the flat lands in my Charger. Spending Christmas' at my boyfriends family homes. Repelling off of high rises and hiking in the Rockies.

I had a friend growing up that his dad owned a junk yard. I remember he used to bring me stuff he would find in the cars. Anything he called "girlie" he would bring me. Jewelry, scarves, sunglasses you name it! I still have a genuine panda bear coin ring 14k gold.

My Grandad telling me stories that I realze now could not have been true or were greatly exagerated, bless his old soul.
He told me one day that his friend fell of a ship and was attacked by a shark. My Grandad jumped in and beat the shark up and rescued his friend. I always wondered why my Grandma shook her head in disbelief.

I remember my grandparents arguing over a game of canasta once. They were partners and lost. Was arguing over who was at fault for losing. I remember my Nanny told my Pappy "you're breathing scabs, old man!". Lol still don't get it but I remember everyone laughing... not my Nanny tho she was pissed!

Playing neighborhood hide and go seek at night, all the kids in the neighborhood would get together for this, and we could hide in anyone's yard. No one cared, and we didn't have to worry about creepers.

We did the exact same thing..you knew everyone's
yard like it was your own.

Back when we were afraid of nothing..with good cause :-)