One year, my sister and I were the narrators of the entire Noah's Ark play. We sat on high stools at the front of the stage, and my head was probably a touch bigger than the ark. The only downfall was that I got a new permanent retainer the week before the play, and I talked with a lisp. I was so embarrassed when I watched the video. Thanks alot, teeth, for ruining my possible news anchor career.
One summer play, I was singing with another girl about senses. (I know, who wrote these plays?) She had a stuffed animal, and I was supposed to have a lollipop. Only I left it sitting in my seat. Whoops. I felt up her stuffed whatever the whole song, so no one thought I was loser that forgot her prop.
There was the Christmas play when I was 9. We were all in the choir room, waiting on the time to make our grand entrance. Two of the boys were jumping off chairs and screwing around. One of them jumped but got caught in the chair and we all heard a loud crack. Long story short, the paramedics came and cut his freakin pants off. I had never seen a boy in his whitie tighties before and I was mortified. How embarrassing. To this day, my undies match my clothes. Almost every time I get dressed, I think "how am I going to look if my pants have to get cut off of me?"
What if this guy was my paramedic?I just know I would be laying there, totally forgetting the pain, going through the checklist of what I shaved that morning, while trying to strategically place my hands without anyone thinking anything of it. Then off we will go to the hospital, while I wonder, "Does this stretcher make my butt look big?"