[004] I Never Was Good at Hide and Seek...
When I was about five years old I had the greatest idea ever.
My dad was a mechanic at the time and my mom stayed home. Dad would come home every night around 6:00 and my favorite thing to do was to hide somewhere around the house and Dad would have to come find me when he got home. My hiding spots were always pretty typical: under the dining room table, behind the couch, in the coat closet.
But one day, I came up with THE GREATEST HIDING SPOT EVER. Or at least that's what my five year old mind was saying.
I was very into painting (i.e. - throwing globs of paint on a big piece of paper and then smeering it around with my hands) when I was little so for my fourth birthday my mom bought me a big, plastic, blu easle. It was open on all sides, but for some reason I decided that if I were to sit under the easle, there was NO WAY that my dad could ever find me.
Well, 6:00 rolled around and as I heard my dad's Bronco pull into the driveway, I ran under my super-awesome secret hiding spot and waited.
Unfortunately, when I got there, I realized that I really, really, REALLY needed to pee.
I decided to wait it out. My hiding spot was way too awesome and perfect to just let it all go to waste. There was no way I was going to wait until TOMORROW to use my new spot. So I thought about deserts and kittens and how awesome hiding under the easle was and felt a lot better.
Then it happened.
Dad walked in to the house and I heard him say "Where could Amanda have possibly gone?!" At that point, the shere magnitude of how great my spot was finally washed over me and I began to giggle in excitement. However the following equation come into play in this situation:
Yep. I laughed so hard about my awesome hiding spot, that a soiled my new pink tights.
At this point, I was completely conflicted as to what to do. I went from laughter to tears in a matter of milliseconds. Do I expose myself from my perfect hiding spot, ruining everything, to run out and tell Mom about my accident? Or do I sit in my own warm puddle and wait for Dad to come find me?
Well...
And I was never allowed to play hide and seek again...