Some Mothers Do Have 'em

[Miss Chicken]

A story from the Northern Territory today

FIREFIGHTERS were called to a bizarre rescue mission at an NT shopping centre after a little boy climbed up the prize chute of a claw vending machine and got stuck inside with the toys.

The toddler is believed to be just 2 1/2 years old.

A six-man crew from the Palmerston Fire Station rushed to the nearby Oasis Shopping Village after receiving a call that a child was trapped in a toy vending machine at 3.25pm on Saturday.

Shoppers watched on - most of them trying to control their laughter - as the firies used the jaws of life and then a hacksaw to cut the padlock on the machine.

The firies then had to pry the glass door open - all while the boy's parents stood by trying to calm him down through the glass.

One onlooker told the Northern Territory News that everyone found it "extremely amusing".

"Everyone was standing around just watching,'' she said.

"But his parents looked more embarrassed than anything.''

Rest of story here

What is the one episode from your childhood that people like to talk about it? It could be your getting stuck or lost, or doing something really silly etc

I remember how one poster here (can't remember who) once told the story on how he went to sleep on a lilo as a child and floated out to sea.

 

[jamestyler]

I can't think of one that was down to me... just one odd holiday where my mothe decided to park her car, rather sensibly, in a hole.

This gained the attention of everyone around us, who would have helped if they were able to stop laughing, and eventually two Greek bodybuilders pulled the car out.

It was only ever matched when a friend was told to watch out for the hole... only to reply 'What hole?' half a second before falling into a huge construction site that even Mr Magoo could see. Every council worker at the site was unable to help due to fits of laughter.

 

[RJDiogenes]

Why didn't they just put in a coin and get him out with the claw?

I can't remember anything quite that weird that happened to me as a child. The only thing I can thing of is the time that a duck tried to eat me up in New Hampshire.

 

[Miss Chicken]

The story most remember about me as a child is how I once sat down on a bullants nest. I had been playing chasing in a park with my sisters when I decided I needed a rest. I sat down and the insects swarmed up my trousers biting me many times. Bullants have very painful bites so I jumped up screaming. My sisters thought I was still playing so they ran after me screaming as well. In my panic I ran away from where my father was. A woman passing by realised what was happening, caught me and pulled my clothes off of me telling my sisters to go and get Dad. I was bitten about 40 or 50 times.

It was probably a very nasty experience but when my father used to tell the story about it he made it sound so funny that I really wasn't traumatised by it (I do remember howe\ bad the pain was) but in the end I could laugh about it.

 

[DeafPoet]

A woman passing by realised what was happening, caught me and pulled my clothes off of me telling my sisters to go and get Dad.

A benevolent act, to be sure. But how badly would that be misconstrued in this day and age?

 

[blablover5]

When I was little I was a hider. Not to be naughty, I just liked being in small dark places on my own. My parents always love to tell the story of how they'd have to send the dogs to find me because I wouldn't say a word if they called for me.

I also loved to go into the dog house.

 

[Apogeal Alpha01]

A family reunion at Arrowhead one year when I was around 6 or 7. Older family still talk about the first time I went out in a rowboat on the lake. I was scared to death and started crying. I was calling for my mommy and just wouldn't be comforted. My Uncle had to take me back to the shore before I would calm down. For whatever reason, I still get a little nervous over water.

Later that day, I climbed into a hollowed out tree and was soon covered with biting ants. I had to be stripped and brushed off.

Yeah, it was a fun day.

 

[DanCPA]

Nothing like that happened to me
But it would seem to me that some bolt cutters to cut the lock should have done it... Why they would need the jaws of life is beyond me

 

[Alpha Romeo]

A story from the Northern Territory today

FIREFIGHTERS were called to a bizarre rescue mission at an NT shopping centre after a little boy climbed up the prize chute of a claw vending machine and got stuck inside with the toys.

The toddler is believed to be just 2 1/2 years old.

A six-man crew from the Palmerston Fire Station rushed to the nearby Oasis Shopping Village after receiving a call that a child was trapped in a toy vending machine at 3.25pm on Saturday.

Shoppers watched on - most of them trying to control their laughter - as the firies used the jaws of life and then a hacksaw to cut the padlock on the machine.

The firies then had to pry the glass door open - all while the boy's parents stood by trying to calm him down through the glass.

One onlooker told the Northern Territory News that everyone found it "extremely amusing".

"Everyone was standing around just watching,'' she said.

"But his parents looked more embarrassed than anything.''

Rest of story here

What is the one episode from your childhood that people like to talk about it? It could be your getting stuck or lost, or doing something really silly etc

I remember how one poster here (can't remember who) once told the story on how he went to sleep on a lilo as a child and floated out to sea.

Firies??? That's insulting.

 

[Miss Chicken]

Firies??? That's insulting.

????

How is it insulting? It is social acceptable Australian slang, just like ambo (ambulance driver) is.

(when I Googled the word 'firies' I only came up with Australian sites so it seems that the shortening is exclusively Australian)

 

[Miss Chicken]

You Tube video of a little American girl demostrating just how easy it is for a small child to climb into a claw machine.

I surprised it doesn't happen more often.

 

[thestrangequark]

I remember how one poster here (can't remember who) once told the story on how he went to sleep on a lilo as a child and floated out to sea.

That was me! I was 5. I went to a beach on the Washington coast with my friend and her mother. It was a warm sunny morning and I drifted off...to dreamland and open water. Five beaches were closed on my account, and a massive search was conducted through all the waterfront towns. By the late evening it was assumed I'd either been kidnapped or drowned, but I was found that night by the Canadian Coast Guard, a bit sunburned but otherwise fine!
I recall waking up and realizing that there was no land in sight -- just me, in my blue and silver tiger-striped bathing suit with a skirt attached, floating in my little pink and green water toy. I wasn't even scared (I was a good swimmer); I was pondering how I'd live on a deserted island! When I was returned to my friend Denise's mother's arms (my parents were still on their way to the coast from Seattle -- a long drive), I didn't understand why she was so upset. Denise and I used to shrug at each other when we thought people, especially grownups, were acting strangely -- as Denise's mother carried me, sobbing, with Denise trailing behind, we shrugged to each other our confusion over the crowd of worked up adults.

The story most remember about me as a child is how I once sat down on a bullants nest. I had been playing chasing in a park with my sisters when I decided I needed a rest. I sat down and the insects swarmed up my trousers biting me many times. Bullants have very painful bites so I jumped up screaming. My sisters thought I was still playing so they ran after me screaming as well. In my panic I ran away from where my father was. A woman passing by realised what was happening, caught me and pulled my clothes off of me telling my sisters to go and get Dad. I was bitten about 40 or 50 times.

It was probably a very nasty experience but when my father used to tell the story about it he made it sound so funny that I really wasn't traumatised by it (I do remember howe\ bad the pain was) but in the end I could laugh about it.

I had a very similar experience when I was six. I went to a summer day-camp in a Seattle park with a significant amount of wooded area. We were playing hide and seek in the woods with partners and it was my turn to hide with a little boy. We found an amazing spot to hide: a giant bush was hollow on the inside, with a little stump right in the center on which to sit, like a little room. It was the sort of magical place that seems to only exist in children's books. The problem was that the stump contained a bees' nest. I remember the boy saying "OUCH!" I had just enough time to ask him what was wrong before I was stung myself. We both ran screaming out of the woods, and the adults had to tear off our clothes and call ambulances.

Again, and oddly, I don't recall being too upset by the whole thing.

 

[Kryton]

The only thing I can thing of is the time that a duck tried to eat me up in New Hampshire.

Ah yes...the dreaded New England Saber-Toothed Wooly Duck. It's the bane of my existence and I WILL have it.

 

[CookieMonster]

Firies??? That's insulting.

????

How is it insulting? It is social acceptable Australian slang, just like ambo (ambulance driver) is.

(when I Googled the word 'firies' I only came up with Australian sites so it seems that the shortening is exclusively Australian)

....

ambulance driver?....are your EMSP taxis? Because where I am from they are referred to as EMTs or Paramedics....

.....?

 

[TheBrew]

Probably the time I smuggled porn into Saudi Arabia (they are really, really, really, really against porn).

 

[Gary Mitchell]

When I was 6 my family went to Colorado to visit relatives. We went for a picnic on some mountain. My brother started chasing me around. Having grown up in Florida, I really didn't quite get the concept of mountains . I started running so fast downhill that I couldn't stop. My parents and uncles and aunts were running after me trying to catch me before I came to a very steep dropoff. They kept yelling at me to sit down but I didn't want to because that would hurt my bottom. I finally bowed to their wishes about 15 feet from the edge.
It's hard to remember, but I think I had to wear a choke-collar the rest of the trip.

 

[CaptainStoner]

Oh, man. There's too many. Wolf-boy phase. Batman phase. Climbing the giant pine tree phase. Eating all the applesauce at thanksgiving. Cardboard box spaceships.

The one that gets told the most was the time I dropped a serious turd, stopped up the upstairs toilet, and caused a huge flood, of course on a rare night Mom & Dad went out. The babysitter was...overwhelmed. Ahh, the Wonder Years.

 

[Data Holmes]

I don't have any really... only one I can think of would be the story of the time my mother "lost" me when we took our daily naps. I had to be 2 or 3ish at the time. Well I was a sleep walker latter in life, but as a small kid I would push with my legs. Was killer on the bed sheets... they always ended up on the floor, it's the reason my bed couldn't be on the wall with the heat... but that's another story.

Anyway, I somehow pushed myself to the bottom of the bed under the covers... When my mother woke up she thought i had woken up and went down stairs... when I wasn't there she thought I may have gone outside, when I wasn't in the yard she paniced. She called my father, and was about to call the cops when I, still half asleep, came down the stairs.


However, the most told story from my childhood was a time when I was at my grandparents house and put my head through a plate glass window because I was angry. I was... had to be around roughly 4 years old. At that time, when I got mad, I would headbutt things. Something got me mad and I headbutted the window.

Nothing happened to me, aside from getting yelled at for breaking the window, though.

 

[Miss Chicken]

Firies??? That's insulting.

????

How is it insulting? It is social acceptable Australian slang, just like ambo (ambulance driver) is.

(when I Googled the word 'firies' I only came up with Australian sites so it seems that the shortening is exclusively Australian)

....

ambulance driver?....are your EMSP taxis? Because where I am from they are referred to as EMTs or Paramedics....

.....?

Well technically they are called paramedics but to shorten that we would have to call them paros but the word paro means "very drunk" (short for paralytic drunk) so we continue to use the word ambo because at one stage they were always called ambulance drivers.

 

[CookieMonster]

????

How is it insulting? It is social acceptable Australian slang, just like ambo (ambulance driver) is.

(when I Googled the word 'firies' I only came up with Australian sites so it seems that the shortening is exclusively Australian)

....

ambulance driver?....are your EMSP taxis? Because where I am from they are referred to as EMTs or Paramedics....

.....?

Well technically they are called paramedics but to shorten that we would have to call them paros but the word paro means "very drunk" (short for paralytic drunk) so we continue to use the word ambo because at one stage they were always called ambulance drivers.

Hmm where I am from EMS personnel get really offended when you call them ambulance drivers unless you are a young child.