Let's Talk About Embarrassing Memories

Once when I was 6 or so I was in my living room on the floor watching my mother vacuum. The phone rang and my mother went to get it, but my family had (and still have) this vacuum with a broken on off switch so the only way to turn it off is to unplug it. Not expecting to be on the phone for more than a minute she left the vacuum on and went to the phone. Ever inquisitive me sat there staring at this monstrosity of a machine making all manner of noise and I suppose I must have been fascinated. Fascinated enough at least to stick my hand underneath to see what was going on. In sucked in my hand and now I still have several gnarly scars on two of my fingers.

Now every time someone asks how I got these badass fighting scars on my hand I have to tell them I stuck my hand in a vacuum.

Good topic idea! I'd love to hear more of these.

Probably 6 years ago (i was 14), l was playing with my neighbours at their house and the owner of the house was showing how awesome his dog was (it was really awesome btw, because it knew a lot of tricks) however when l went to pet the dog, it probably thought something like this "l'm so tired of this kids petting me and what not, l'm going to bite this one, he looks weak" and so he bit me on my hand (not too bad though) and my friends heard me screaming like a little girl with a ponytail, and the worst is that i'll always have a scar in my wrist close to the place people cut, so once a year a classmate or a relative ask me with worry in their eyes if i cut myself and l have to explaind them this lovely moment. (they're kinda fading though, is that normal or do l have haemochromatosis (i'm on medschool so l should know the answer (*to the new england journal of medicine*)))

My thing with embarrassing memories is that they are never gruesome. I can always accept that I have experience pain; hell most of the time I look back and laugh at the memories. The things that always make me cringe to remember are the memories of times when I have said things or done things that have hurt other people.

The one that frequents my mind (and makes me want to jump of a cliff because I hate remembering it so much) is when I was 8 years old. I was playing with my three year old sister in the backyard. It was spring time and our father had just finished shovelling the slushie-left-over snow off the walkway and we were sitting in our tree fort which looked down at the walkway. My father had left the huge bucket shovel in the middle on the path and thought it would be cool to jump into it.
So I was trying to convince my sister to jump from the tree house into it. She being a sensible three year old said no. And this is when I want to throw myself off a cliff when this memory enters my mind. She stood up to leave the tree fort and I pushed her out of the tree fort. So she fell 4 ft through the air and down onto the walk path, where her head landed against the edge of the shovel.

She had to go to the hospital and get 7 stitches in her forehead and still has a scar 11 years later. This is a memory that makes me feel so bad and so embarrassed.

it's a stupid question and now i'm embarrassed

In second grade I used to get to class early because the teacher would let me read whatever I wanted in the "Reading Nook" (basically a corner in the back of the classroom surrounded by waist high bookshelves.) I would usually hang out there until after the morning announcements, at which point I'd go sit at my desk.

One day she upgraded the nook with some really cool bean bag chairs. I was elated. Settled down to read my Roald Dahl without a second thought. Unfortunately the day of the beanbag upgrade was also the day we had a fire drill immediately after the morning announcements.

Now, I was a pretty small kid with a mighty large backpack back in second grade. I don't know how I didn't see this coming, but when the fire alarm went off and everyone started leaving the room I realized I couldn't get up. The beanbag chair had absorbed my enormous backpack and wouldn't let go. I was like an upturned turtle.
By the time I recovered from shock enough to think about calling for a little help, my class was already out the door. The teacher turned the lights off and everything. I sat there, stuck to the beanbag chair for half an hour. It would've taken less time, except that when the teacher took roll outside she realized I was missing and there was this whole panicky ordeal while they tried to find me. The whole school was on high alert.
Eventually the teacher thought to check the reading nook. There I was, clutching my copy of The BFG and on the verge of tears. They asked afterward why I didn't just take my backpack off. I still don't have a good answer for that.

Okay, I've finally managed to come up with a decent story to share.

A number of years ago now, when I was in year 7 or 8, I arrived to school one morning. It was the middle of winter, and although it can get pretty cold, there's generally no snow or a whole heap of ice. On this particular day however, the schools oval sprinklers had been left on, and had formed a sheet of ice over the footpath. I was walking across the oval when I spotted my friends sliding across the ice. Naturally, I got excited and went running to join them. I dropped my back before getting there. Problem is though, in my excitement, I didn't slow down enough or stop to think before running onto the ice. As soon as my foot hit that ice, it slipped out from under me and I smashed my head into the concrete/ice. I'm proud to say that I immediately got up and when the bell rang I went to class, despite not being able to hear out of one ear. After a few minutes of sitting in class though, someone who had seen it happen came in and said I had to go down to sick bay because my mum was coming to pick me up to go home. First thing in the morning.

Not the most embarrassing story ever, but embarrassing in that it was just a genuinely moronic moment in my life.