SO…once again the Daily Prompt word of the day, ‘street’ gave me inspiration! And, much to your misfortune, it reminded me of another story from my (*cough EVIL*) childhood.
This story took place when I was 4, so that means it was winter of 1986 or early in 1987. All I know is that it was COLD and snowy out. The kind of cold where you mom sticks you in one of those full-body snowsuits that make moving incredibly difficult and you kind of shuffle without bending limbs like Young Frankenstein’s monster.
Anyhu, we were going to go to my dad’s parents house, which I was SOOOO excited about, as they spoiled us rotten. As we all know (and as I realize ALL to WELL now as a parent) excited children are INCREDIBLY ANNOYING. Looking back, I can only imagine how horrible it was to have FOUR annoying imps CONSTANTLY NAGGING…no WONDER my mother is crazy, it’s MY FAULT!!!!
SQUIRREL!! Sorry ADHD moment. back on track…
Anyhu my poor parents were trying to wrangle four GIRLS, ages 4, 3, 2 and 1 into said snow beast suits. And of COURSE, on top of the snow suit, of course we all HAD to be shrouded in scarves, mittens and hats UNDER our hoods. The method they took was they each got one of the older kids dressed (in this case RiRi and myself) and sent us into the car. Then they got CiCi dressed and buckled her in a car-seat. Remember,we are in the 80’s, and they didn’t have car-seats for kids after 2 years old in the 80’s.
Ohhh I may have forgotten to mention 1 key detail: since it was very cold, my daddy (kindly) left the our giant 1980’s Dodge Ram van RUNNING, so that we would have heat. Yup…you already know where this is going don’t you? Just in case you don’t I’ll paint more details: after mom when back in to the house to get the baby bundled, and dad went to get some plumbing parts to put in the van. I do remember being very impatient (SHOCKING) I know. RiRi and I were in the backseat, and I just WANTED to get to Grandma & Grandma Mac’s already!! So I ordered RiRi, “STAY BUSKELED!” and I zombie-toddled to the front of the van as well as I could in my snowsuit. Today, neither my dad nor I can figure or remember how, but I managed to get the van into gear. To make matters worse, we had a fairly short driveway which led to a VERY main drag where to speed limit was 45 mph, and almost directly across the road was a church, and the town’s elementary and high school. And…dad had BACKED the van in, so after a slight left turn, it was almost a completely straight shot out from where the van was to the street.
At first, daddy heard the van rumbling down the drive and thought “O man, the wife is mad and taking off out without me.” But as he looked, he couldn’t see anyone in the driver’s seat, and it clicked “OH MY GOD MEGAN is ‘driving’!” As he took off at a dead sprint (on an ice covered driveway) he watched in horror as SOMEHOW I made the slight turn to the left and was heading out. At this point he said he was intermittently running as fast as he could, and praying as hard as he could. Just as it looked like we were heading straight into the street, somehow I over-cut the turn JUST enough that the very back driver’s side of the giant van clipped the gas meter and BOOM, we were stopped!!
Needless to say, after daddy removed the 3 of us kiddos from the car, and shut the gas line off (good thing he is a plumber) I was unable to sit for over an hour. We ended up spending the night at Grandma and Grandmas that night, since there was no gas or hat in the house. I even remember running up to my sweet grandma (when I say sweet, she SERIOUSLY could have given Mother Theresa a run for her money) saying “daddy spanked me so bad”. I will NEVER forget her response, “GOOD, because I am going to as well!” and then my sweet, sweet 4′ 10″ grandma whooped my bum again!
So as I stated in and Saturday’s blog: Yes…I WAS ‘THAT BAD’. If you’ll excuse me, I have to call my parents and apologize…AGAIN.