The Story Time Tag

It’s been a while since I’ve done a tag, but this one seemed like a perfect choice for me. I love writing, of course, and I especially love writing about my own personal experiences. I was inspired to do this tag after I saw another blogger post hers, so thank you to The Deep Blue Day for introducing me to this tag! I’ll link her page below. She’s lovely, and I’m sure you’ll love checking out her page.

Anywho, let’s just jump right into it! Feel free to use this as a template for your own story time tag as well. The particular tag I am using was started by Kat Bouska (I think), so full credit goes to her.


Talk about a time you lied to a parent.

To be honest, my memory is not the best, so it actually took me quite a bit of sitting and pondering to come up with these answers. I also haven’t lived in a house with both my mom and dad since 2016, so I honestly don’t really remember what life was like before that.

Anyway, now that I’ve gotten my excuses out of the way, I’ll carry on and try to answer the questions. 

So, a time I lied to my mom. This wasn’t completely a lie, but I definitely bent the truth in my favor. When I was in high school, I was dating a guy who was college-aged. He had a lot of friends who went to Northeastern University in Boston, so on Halloweekend of my junior year, he invited me to come with him party-hopping on Mission Hill. Obviously, my mom would never have let me out of the house if she knew that was the plan, so I sorta bent the truth and told her we were going to “visit some friends near Boston.” For the record, my mom was chill and never tracked my location or anything like that, so basically she had to take my word for everything.

From what I remember, we had a good time bouncing from house to house in Boston. I didn’t get drunk or anything like that, because I think I was taking Lexapro at that time. This was also a new, exciting relationship for me, so I was so enamored in love with this guy, he could have taken me to watch paint dry and I would have had a great time. Considering I don’t party at all in college, junior year of high school was essentially me being “crazy” and even then, I partied completely sober about three times. Ah yes, what a wild child I am. 


That time you stole something.

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THIS MUCH MAKEUP

So, I didn’t exactly steal this, but this is the story of the time I received a gift that was stolen. When I was in middle school, I was friends with this girl (we’ll give her a fake name and call her Jessica), who had two older sisters and lived in my hometown. One day, I was at “Jessica’s” house and she invited me up to the top floor of her house. Then, she pulled out one of those giant plastic bins you use for storing Christmas decorations and stuff, except this one was literally full to the brim with brand-new drugstore makeup. Apparently, her older sister had been intermittently stealing makeup from CVS over the past several months, until she had literally amassed this giant collection of makeup. When her parents found out, instead of telling anybody or making her get rid of it, they just packed it all into the attic and apparently just tried to pretend it never happened. Being thirteen or so, I definitely didn’t say no when she offered me some of the makeup. I don’t remember exactly what she gave me, but I definitely walked away with 5-6 things. And yes, I did feel guilty about it for months afterwards. I wonder what happened to that giant bin of makeup.


A confrontation you had with a teacher.

I was a pretty quiet, agreeable student growing up. I didn’t get in trouble a lot, but there were a couple times I did/said impulsive things (ADHD problems, anyone?) and got reprimanded for my behavior. When I was in fifth grade I wrote someone’s name on the wall of the bathroom and got in trouble for that. Another time, I got busted for doing mad libs with my friends in class instead of our math homework. For real though, those are the only times I did something “bad” in school and got caught. I’m pretty mundane.  


The best gift ever!

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See? Still got it 🙂

This is one of my favorite stories to tell. When I was nine years old, I took a book out of my elementary school library called Book of Black Heroes: Great Women in the Struggle. I immediately fell in love with this book, which is a collection of short biographies about 80 historical black women who helped to pave a better future for equality in the United States. Every week, I would re-read the stories over and over again, until I had more or less memorized them all. I renewed this book for months and months, until I finally decided at the end of the school year that I didn’t want to give it back! Well, when my mom found out I was planning on stealing a book from my elementary school library, she went out and bought me my own copy for my tenth birthday. I still own the book, and even have it with me at college. Sometimes, I’ll bring it with me to class and take it out to read throughout the day. 


A time you tricked a sibling.

See, I am the younger sibling, so in most cases growing up, all the tricking going on came from his part. That being said, we had a pretty good relationship when I was growing up, until we both hit middle school and my brother went through that “Ew My Little Sister is So Annoying” Phase. He still hasn’t really recovered; we aren’t close, and currently border somewhere on the line of “estranged.” This is just my way of saying I’m sorry, I don’t have an answer to this question.


Your boyfriend/girlfriend cheated!

I’ve been cheated on twice, but let me start off by saying that the guy I was talking about in the Mission Hill story wasn’t someone who cheated on me. No, these were two other guys, although one was just a summer fling and the other was a full-fledged relationship. To be honest, they aren’t really experiences I like to talk about. The worse time I was cheated on of the two came at a really vulnerable time in my life when I was struggling emotionally, and that terrible experience messed me up for several months afterwards. The other time was annoying, but not as emotionally traumatizing by any stretch of the imagination. I’m reluctant to even say more about it, because I really don’t want to pull it into relevance again and possibly attract negative attention from the people involved, but just know that it happened and it was pretty awful. It’s turned me into someone who has ZERO TOLERANCE for players and cheaters, which I guess is a good thing. I refuse to even be friends with someone who has cheated on a partner.


That time you broke up with a good friend.

Ooh, this is such a good story! Okay, so from around 4th grade to my second year of college, I was friends with this girl who we’ll call “Jen.” We were pretty tight from elementary school to about ninth grade, until my parent’s divorce slightly messed me up and our friendship was pretty on-and-off after that. The real kicker, and the end of everything, came around last May. To give you some backstory “Jen” suffers from some of her own traumas and issues, which may contribute to some of her insufferable behaviors. She is a very righteous, self-centered person who constantly feels the need to one-up other peoples’ traumas, and that got old after a while. She was also a super duper crunchy hippie, and literally believed that anybody who wasn’t a zero-waste raw vegan was a heartless devil. The last straw came when she became angry at me for eating eggs and buying a new pair of shoes, because apparently eggs will give me cancer and buying shoes makes me a spineless slave to consumerism. She consistently reinstates she “didn’t give a shit” what I was up to, yet she still felt the need to throw in her two cents every time I did something she didn’t agree with and tell me how awful I was compared to her, as she was clearly a sterling citizen. Interesting.


A time you embarrassed yourself playing sports.

I’ve actually never played on a sports team, even when I was really little. I’ve never really been a team player in anything that I do. However, my brother used to do karate, so one day I went with him to practice to see if I would enjoy doing it, too. I lasted about ten minutes out on the mat before I started crying and made my mom come get me. It wasn’t super embarrassing because I was a very young child, and looking back, I still laugh about that day. If anything, I’m more embarrassed for my brother!


A story about how you got your pet.

My first real pet was a dog named Max, and I loved him enormously. Unfortunately, when he was around four years old, he developed some sort of an infection or disease in his intestines that killed him almost instantly. He was fine that morning, but by that night, we were saying goodbye to him at the veterinary hospital, and he died soon after.

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WHOSAGOODBOY

So obviously, that was very sad. He died in the fall of 2011, and by the end of the year, my family and I were so distraught about not having a pet in the household anymore, we decided to adopt another dog as soon as possible. And that’s how we ended up getting Duke in the February of 2012! I’ll never forget holding him in my lap on the car ride home; he was so small and chunky. And now, he’s still chunky, but he’s half my size now and still thinks he’s a lap dog. While it was obviously tragic to lose Max so young, I am still so happy we were able to add Duke to our family. Duke isn’t the most well-behaved dog I know, but he has a heart of gold and he’s a good boy to me. 


A holiday catastrophe.

I don’t remember exactly what year this was, but I was probably around five or six years old. I don’t really remember much about this day, but apparently on Christmas I woke up horribly sick with a stomach bug and could not celebrate at all for the entire day. From what my mom has told me, I spent pretty much the entire day puking and sleeping! To be honest, I kind of had a habit of getting sick on holidays. I’m not quite sure why, but I specifically remember there were about 3 or 4 Christmases and Halloweens growing up during which I was sick as a dog and couldn’t celebrate. It must just be bad luck on my part. The good news is, I’ve been in pretty good health for the last few holidays, and I’m hoping it stays that way.. 


That time you tried out for something.

When I was in seventh grade, I tried out for my school’s audition-only a capella group. I was already in the chorus, which anyone could join, but I really wanted to see if I was good enough to be in the “elite” circle. I say “elite” with quotations because I went to tiny, unimpressive public school, where being in an a capella group wasn’t really the biggest deal on the planet. Anyway, I’ve been singing for most of my life, so I decided to give the audition a try. I remember I sang “Candle in the Wind” by Elton John, and I was literally stunned when I found out I got into the group a week or so later. It really boosted my confidence knowing I had a strength in something! I auditioned for the group every subsequent year, and proudly graduated a member of The Rhythmics in my senior year of high school. It’s now a fun fact I can tell people that I sang in an a capella group for about seven years straight. If you deep-dive hard enough, you can find a couple videos of me on YouTube. 


Something that happened while camping.

This story actually coincides with the story about “Jen”, because she is the friend who took me camping. For context, I do not come from a camping family, so this one time I camped with “Jen” was an isolated instance when I was thirteen or so. The plan was for me to camp with her, her family, and some of our mutual friends for seven days near North Conway. I didn’t so much mind the lack of showers and tent sleeping (it was not pleasant, but I could manage); no, the worst part was that my introverted ass was CONSTANTLY surrounded by people! I couldn’t even get through the seven days, so my parents had to come pick me up after about the five day mark. I have to say, I’m impressed I even lasted that long.

I remember while we were camping, the other kids and I decided to go rafting down the river in these big donut-shaped tubes we rented. The plan was to float down the river and stop at an island of sand a little way’s down, but for whatever reason, we decided to just keep going. After a while, it was just us in our tubes going down the river with no one else around. We were completely alone and didn’t know where we were! Whenever I tell this story to other people, I always explain the scenery as the Poland Springs water bottle picture: just a river with trees on both sides. That’s essentially what it looked like.

The real kicker came when we noticed wolf spiders were floating around in the water, and I swear, we SUBMARINED our asses out of that lake. I’ve never swam so fast in my life while screaming like a moron. We kind of ended up at the side of a highway, but the reality was, we weren’t too far from our camp and we were able to get back pretty safely. I think we might have even stopped at a bakery on the way. I haven’t gone camping again since.


A vacation mishap

I don’t have any super-dramatic vacation stories, but I’m pretty sure I had the flu when my class took a trip to Florida at the end of 8th grade. I was so sick and chilled to the bone, the hot Florida sun actually felt good on my skin (this is coming from someone who HATES summer with a passion). If I could go back in time and make it so I never went on that trip, I would. It was a very unpleasant experience for me. Also, Kim O’Brien called me a retard, which was very uncool of her.


The day that everything went wrong.

A day that everything went wrong was May 18, 2016. As I’ve mentioned before on my blog several times, I have PMDD, which is a hormonal disorder that centers around my menstrual cycle. Essentially, the days leading up to my period can be really hard for me, physically and emotionally, and I’m usually visibly upset or crying if something pushes me over the edge. Well, I wasn’t diagnosed with PMDD yet back in 2016, and on that day in May I was having a TERRIBLE time. Not only was I having a bad cycle, which meant I was already very emotional, my parents were also going through a divorce and I had just been rejected by someone I was really into. I essentially had a crying breakdown at school and my teachers were concerned that I was suicidal or something, even though I obviously wasn’t and I hadn’t even given any indication of that. I ended up being sent home from school and forced to go to a clinic for a “psychiatric evaluation”, which I was cleared from within ten minutes because I was totally fine. I think I was in and out of the clinic within an hour, if even that. However, that doctor did plant the seed that I had PMDD, so that’s one silver lining from that awful experience. There were a ton of other awful things going on- I had to miss my chorus concert because I legally wasn’t allowed back at the school until I was “cleared”, and my parents were actually mad at me for essentially having a mental breakdown. It was a bad day, but thankfully, my life is ten times better now, I’m estranged from half my family, and I know how to manage my PMDD. It all worked out in the end!


A time you were surprised!

Oof, this is an unpleasant example, but the most surprised I have EVER been was when I got dumped my senior year of high school. We’d only been dating for about five months, but I thought the relationship was going really well and it totally caught me off guard when he wrote me a letter in our shared journal breaking up with me. In fact, I was so surprised, I’m pretty sure I threw up in the parking lot as he was driving away. Anywho, I’ve since moved on with my life, and now I tend to be a bit more cynical and untrusting when things are going well with a romantic interest. Again, I’m sorry that was a pretty unhappy example, but it is the most notable story I could think of for this question.


Anywho, that was my story time tag! If you’re reading this, you’re tagged 😉 

The Deep Blue Day: https://thedeepblueday.wordpress.com/

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