Tuesday, May 17, 2011

I was a weird kid.

Today my class went on a field trip to my city's excellent science centre. It brought back memories.

You see, being the child I was, I spent a lot of time in that building. It was the coolest place in the world. When I couldn't fall asleep as a kid, my mom told me to imagine that I was sleeping in a huge fluffy yellow bed in the middle of the science centre amongst model tornadoes, the miniature rainforest, and the freaking awesome bat cave.

The science centre was home to a lot of my firsts.

  • First purchase bought with my own money (a pocket sized puzzle for $1.99)
  • First time getting lost (I was having fun in the physics area while my parents checked every corner of the Human Body section possible)
  • First really bad word. 
Wait, what? Bad words at the science centre? The story goes like this:

One day, we went on a family outing to - where else? - my childhood's third most prominent landmark. (The most prominent was the Jewish Community Centre, the second the hill at my park that apparently resembled the hill in Teletubbies.) There was a temporary exhibit showing at the museum about the five senses. 4 year old me walked into the exhibition hall, looking something like this:

As Young Me without any pupils attested to in her thought bubble, the giant thing to throw my voice across the room to my brother was exactly what it sounds like. It was large, and yellow, and funnel shaped, and there was another identical one across the room. 

We soon got to the lovely pastime of rhyming nonsense words by changing the consonant sound up in words with the same endings. Then, the fateful moment. We arrived at the ending 'uck'. 

I like to imagine that the entire room went silent at the sight of a young toddler in ugly fleece clothing dropping the F-bomb in the middle of a haven of science. Mom and Dad certainly did. 

On our rushed way out of the science centre, my parents explained to me that I had said a bad, bad, word. I asked them what it meant.
"Oh, really bad things. Even I don't really know what it means. Just don't use it, sweetie."
I proceeded to whisper it to my entire senior-kindergarten class the next day, and was the coolest kid on the playground for an entire week. 

Moral of the story? If you're going to swear in public, do it as a young child. Then it only embarrasses your parents.


PS: I have, in my digestive system right now, a tomato from a tomato plant grown by NASA for studying Mars. NASA. MARS. *nerdgasm*


  1. OH MY CRAP THAT IS AMAZING!!! I love it :D

  2. HAHAHAHA! What a cute story! And swearing in public as a young child is indeed the best time to swear in public. (Did that make sense...?)
    I liked the drawing!

  3. I'm so JEALOUS of your NASA tomato. Honestly. How freaking awesome is a NASA tomato? REALLY FREAKING AWESOME!

  4. Hahaha nice, wish I'd known that when I was younger, maybe I would have gotten my fill of it then...

  5. I remember you telling me about your duck rhyming incident.

    I learned all the cuss words by reading bathroom graffiti at school and going home and asking my mom "What does ____________ mean?"

  6. Lola: Thank you. :D
    Sana: My drawings really don't rival yours :D
    L: Yes. I'd totally give you one. But you don't live near. I don't actually know your name, also. But expect a package with contraband tomatoes in the mail next week.
    Ash: That comment made me think of seniors swearing which made me laugh.
    Zehra: I'm imagining how your mom might have reacted... XD

  7. Science geeks... unite! :)


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