tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post492200211671121210..comments2023-11-05T01:33:56.300-08:00Comments on The Well Fed Muse: Writing Prompt: Embarrassing MomentsWriting Padhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457445478510415827noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post-23812393317601366012013-08-30T13:17:44.209-07:002013-08-30T13:17:44.209-07:00Embarassing Moment
My moment happened in the seco...Embarassing Moment<br /><br />My moment happened in the second grade living in Perth, Australia. I rode my bike to school, it felt like any other day, but this day I had to go to the bathroom really bad in the classroom. I asked the teacher "if I could go to the bathroom" she didn't look at me. I asked a second time if I could go to the bathroom. Still no response from the teacher. I asked a third time and she didn't look my direction even on the third time. A small dribble of pee ran down my leg and that day I learned you say toliet in Australia. The Aussies thought I needed a bath, no I didn't have to pee, I had to learn to use the word toliet so I could get to pee. And even though Aussies speak English some words are not the same. I learned that day language is important, and I was so glad no one called me pee pee head. And a girl gave me another pair of underwear to wear for the day.Sandinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444599588527265649.post-84912542451294909552013-08-27T15:49:16.117-07:002013-08-27T15:49:16.117-07:00A orange-cream colored seashell training bra stare...A orange-cream colored seashell training bra stared at me from the plastic package in which my brother thrusted at me after his trip shopping with our dad. It didn't seem strange to me that they had been chosen for this task above myself, my sister, or my mom. I wasn't embarrassed or revolted by the color (as my brother's smirk told me he was hoping for), but elated as only a 9 and a half year old could be.<br />Fast forward 4 years later to a 13 year old spending the night with her BFF, sharing a bathroom with BFF's brother who slept in a room down the hall. The bathroom was a gray blue color with a bath/shower and always a fresh, curly dog-hair styled white mat to put your feet on afterwards. As I towel dried my short mop of hair and looked myself over in the mirror I became engrossed with a new red bump surfacing on my cheek. <br />I started at a knock on the door and heard my BFF's brother clear his throat. wrapping the maroon towel around me tightly I stepped out with my fresh clothes. I could hear him laughing and wondered what was so funny. Moments later my BFF stepped into her bedroom with a panicked smile on her face. "What?," I swallowed as she drew her hands around to the front of her chest holding my crumpled orange-cream colored seashell training bra. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644179457612873412noreply@blogger.com