I wanted drama. So I lied.
I lied.
I just wanted to feel more important and most importantly, wanted Bitsy Beckham (name changed for the Facebook age) to think I was important.
It’s time again for MamaKat’s writing workshop and I’m choosing Number Two: Tell about a time an adult caught you doing something wrong.
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I was five and Bitsy was seven. Our house were separated by a chain link fence.
Bitsy would play, play, play with me ~ until it was time for her older school friends to come over. I stared at them dancing around her backyard at a Brownie meeting thinking if I looked pitiful enough surely they would ask me over.
Nada. No invite ever came.
Bitsy only played with me when it was convenient.
I had enough.
I wanted Bitsy to invite me to Brownies d*mnit!
So I thought up a lie and I thought it up quick.
I was going into the hospital on Friday to have my tonsils extracted — or so I told Bitsy. As the week went on, the story grew and grew.
But Brownies came and went that week and I was still on the other side of the fence. Curses.
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A rainy Thursday night.
I lay in bed saying prayers with my Mama when there was a knock on the front door.
Very odd.
“Tracy, could you come out here?” my mother’s voice echoed down the hall. (I went by Tracy back then but that is a whole notha’ story.)
I tiptoed down the dark hall, turned the corner and saw Mr. Beckham, Bitsy’s nice-looking, terribly kind father, clad in a all-weather coat, dripping wet.
His arms bursting with presents.
“You don’t look like a little girl who is having her tonsils out in the morning,” was all he said.
ARGHHHHHHH!
The most humiliating moment of my life and it happened at age five.
What about you? Has a tale ever come back to bite you BAD?
OH NO!!! I can’t even imagine! That was so kind of Bitsy’s dad to come by with all those presents too. You poor thing though–you just wanted to be included with the other kids.
It’s funny Rach. I’ve asked my mother why I didn’t get into trouble (though I was mortified) and she said that she knew how mean Bitsy was to me.
That’s awesome! How lucky to have your most humiliating moment of your life over with by the time you were 5. 8)
If that is the worst lie you ever told, you’re doing good!!!
I don’t know if it’s the worst lie, CJ — but it was the most embarrassing one that was uncovered.
Oh, wow! Well, you learned a good lesson, but man, how mortifying!
By the way, I was a Brownie. You probably didn’t miss much …
That is funny.
And yet, what a wonderful neighbor to bring over an armful of presents.
Stopping by from Mama Kat’s!
LOL… That had to be mortifying! The things we do as kids! Your mom must have been shocked when he knocked on the door!
I think that if you got your most humiliating moment out of the way by the time you were 5, you are lucky! Damn that Bitsy for not inviting you for Brownies. I’d have been crushed too.
Got ya! So thoughtful of her dad to bring those. That’s what you get when you let drama come into you. Ha ha! 🙂 That’s okay. Let bygones be bygones. 🙂
Well it serves Bitsy right for never inviting you over! 😉