You ARE the Bad Ass Kid

I was just over on 360 going through my sister Bella's posts and as I responded to one, I realize that even though I thought I was pretty good as a child, I may very well have been a Bad Ass Kid!

Here are just a few incidents that support that. LOL

I was about 2 when I came sliding across the hardwood floors at my grandfather's house, covered from head to toe in vaseline yelling "shit!" every time I lost my footing.

In 2nd grade I decided to "trim" my bangs in school and the ponytail of the girl in front of me.

In 3rd grade, me and a friend decided we'd had enough of school for the day, so we went waaaaaay back by the nature trails at school (after a good rain, mind you) and started "fighting" on the kickball field, rolling several times in a big ass mud puddle.  We were muddied up from hair to the soles of our feet and we got sent home for the day.  It was YEARS before my mom knew we'd done it on purpose.  My friend and I laugh about it to this day.

While everyone was outside during a block party, I defied my mother and skated down the hall (hardwood floors again) in my metal skates that went over my shoes, except I did it barefoot and busted my big toe on the air conditioning vent.

I was in probably 5th grade when my cousin was chasing me. I ran into the back door and slammed it behind me. My cousin's hands went right through the glass, spraying it all over both of us.

I think the last ass whoopin I got from my dad was the same year.  There were these cool crystals that you could throw into the fireplace and make the flames turn green and blue.  Well I piled a bunch of it on a plastic dinner plate in the middle of the basement floor and set that bitch on fire.

Don't act like you don't have any stories.  Get ta talking!