From what I remember, this particular not-so-shining-moment in my life came about around the age of 8. Something happened, however (namely extreme embarrassment and shame), and I didn't think about it again until I was 18. Enter: Ms. Larsen's English class.
Sometimes in Ms. Larsen's class we had to sit in the front and give a speech, and by speech I mean talk about whatever we wanted to for 5 minutes. During what I am sure was one of my many riveting speeches, I remembered this story out of the blue.
When I was 8, I got to move into my brother's old bedroom after he moved out. My mother may tell me that this is wrong and correct me, because I don't remember this very well. I actually don't remember much, if we're going to nitpick. The timeline adds up though.
Since you may be wondering this later, the bedroom was literally right next to the bathroom. There was a heater vent in the floor, and occasionally I would remove the vent and pull out the crap that had fallen in there. Hair clips, army men, those type of things.
One day I decided to pee in it.
I can't say for sure, but I do remember peeing in it a couple of times, perhaps multiple times that same day or over a couple of days. I suppose the number of offenses doesn't matter after the first one. An unknown amount of time later, my mother turned on the heater.
The house, of course, reeked of urine. Apparently after doing some investigating my dad asked me, "Did you pee in the heater vent?" and I said yes. He was so caught off guard that I did that, it being so bizarre and me so readily owning up to it, that I don't think I got in trouble.
(My sad little mind had changed the story over the years, and I thought I had blamed it on my sister's cat Sarah and that she wasn't allowed inside anymore. I figured I should add that since this is what I actually told my English class before I was corrected by my sister later when this was the only thing I talked about for 6 months.)
During the uproarious laughter in the classroom (which I'm sure is what was happening), someone asked me how old I was when this happened because I hadn't said it yet. Jokingly, I said, "16." Laughter, laughter. "Just kidding, I was like 8."
Lucky for me, NOBODY HEARD THAT LAST PART. Class was dismissed and people started saying things like, "You peed in a heater vent like two years ago??" "Hey Katie, we closed off all the heaters in the hall so you could come to the dance on Friday."
Anyway, here's a picture of me and my neice on Thanksgiving. I told her to put her hands in her lap and look awkward.
I'm thankful for Jesse, my friends and family, my job, crafting, Christmas, Legally Blonde, and that I'm not in prison. Also that I kicked that habit of peeing in heater vents, and that you read my blog to hear such bizarre childhood stories.
xxooXOxOOo,
Katie
