A Spit in the Face is Worth a Thousand Words

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In case you haven't noticed from previous When I Was Little posts, I was a brat as a kid. I have one (or two) cousins who called me a monster. That might be going a little far, but...maybe not.

I spent a ton of time at my paternal grandma's house when I was a kid. We were super close because when I was born my dad was in Vietnam. I didn't see him until I was 11 months old, and my mom spent most of her (our) time at my grandma's.

During one weekend I spent there when I was five, she bought me my first bike. My Uncle Joey (who I thought was incredibly old, but was more like 22) offered to put plastic flourescent straw-like things on my spokes.

I was going to look so cool.

If I could have just kept my mouth shut.

I'm not sure what took him so long, but I'm sure I didn't help any. I asked him over and over when he was going to finish. He obviously got sick of me asking and finally told me to shut up.

I told him, "You shut up!" and I spit right in his face.

We both glared at each other for a split second. Him, probably not believing a five year old just spit in his face. And me, afraid of what he was about to do. With good cause.

He whacked me across the face. Hard.

I ran crying to my grandma who was in the kitchen. "Uncle Joey slapped me!"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I didn't do anything, he just hit me!"

I don't remember what happened after that, but I'm sure I got into some sort of trouble.

Maybe. I was pretty spoiled by her.

I do know I'm lucky he finished the bike at all. Even I would have slapped me.

Comments

chickadeegirl said…
Wow - I was a brat too! I spit at my sister a few times. I'm sure you looked really cool on your new bike though! ;)
February 15, 2010 at 9:09 AM
Lisa Miles said…
I'm sure I did, lol.
February 15, 2010 at 9:16 AM
Kelly Miller said…
Although I don't remember spitting in anyone's face (because I was deathly afraid of hurting anyone's feelings -- thus the people-pleasing issues I have now!! LOL)I must say, I admire your spunk Miss Lisa. Again . . . your transparency is refreshing :-)
February 15, 2010 at 9:17 AM
Eileen Loveman said…
As a card carrying member of the Brat Club, I could relate. My grandma gave me my first typewriter, basically an attempt to get me to shut up :) Great post!
February 15, 2010 at 9:26 AM
Crystal Cook said…
Oh, that cracks me up! Reminds me of my sister, never me, he, he ,he:)
February 15, 2010 at 9:59 AM
Melanie Hooyenga said…
Ha! That reminds me of when I ran up to my sister, who was quietly doing homework at her desk, and smashed a raw egg over the back of her head. I can't remember what inspired me to do it because I KNEW she would kick my butt afterwards (and she did). I didn't even make it out of the house, lol.
February 15, 2010 at 10:05 AM
Lisa Miles said…
Melanie, that's hysterical! You should use that story somewhere:)
February 15, 2010 at 10:10 AM
Raine Chasing said…
Yep you were a brat when you were little. But who wasn't right!
February 15, 2010 at 11:46 AM
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