when i was younger i was a pretty smart kid, at least on paper i was.
i'm actually documented on vhs reciting the pledge of allegiance at the age of two thanks in part to romper room, which i watched everyday as a child. "bend and stretch, reach for the sky!"
side note: while looking for romper room on you tube i came across this 1980's nickelodeon tribute video. oh. my. god! if you ignore the cheesy music in the background it's a perfect tv representation of my childhood! PINWHEELS! end side note.
anyways, back to the me being smart part - so i could read and write simple words while in preschool. my name, my little sister's name, stuff like that.
one day sissy and i were playing in the finished basement of the house i grew up in. the house was historic, built in the early 1900's and the basement was covered in exposed brick - a really old porous and jagged like brick.
sissy was 3 and i was 5ish and were playing in the basement, watching nickelodeon and coloring.
well i suddenly decided that i wanted to color on the brick wall. i can't be confined to a stinking piece of construction paper! pish posh.
i colored away writing out alexa and nicolette (my sissy's name) multiple times on each brick. i also drew flowers, lines and shapes. it so happens that the brick i was coloring on was also the brick that surrounded the built in tv nook in the family room portion of the basement. i thought that that way my mom would never not be able to see my pretty pictures.
fast forward about 20 minutes when my mom had finally seen what i was doing.
"KDHNDIHFRKJSDbloodymurderLKJVIDFIWHEWKDbloodymurderAIHDIOFHKFS!!!", said my mom.
i yelped, promptly putting the crayons in my sister's hand crying that she was the artist. not me! i was the good daughter!
problem was, sissy couldn't write her name - she was only 3.
this was the one and only time my mouth got washed out with soap for lying. this moment will forever be ingrained in my brain. i seriously still get a bit of a twitch when i see green palmolive soap - which is probably why i use dawn to this day. ha!
lesson learned: don't draw with crayons on brick walls and say that your sister did it when she can't write.
other more important lesson learned: crayon doesn't wash off of brick.
it stays there, FOR-EV-ER.
all my pretty pictures, alexa and nicolette were still etched onto that brick wall in my 5 year old handwriting clear as ever till the day we moved out of that house when i was 17 years old. no joke.
i just hope the new owners appreciate the palmolive that had to be consumed to provide them with that crayon art. i think they should save those bricks forever, maybe they'll be worth something someday when i become famous for being cast on bloggers gone wild: 20SB edition.
peace, love and awesomeness.