co_delphi
09-15-2005, 02:20 AM
After reading many of the other fine examples of editorials submitted by other users I feel the need to share my own disturbing and unbelievable stories. The following is one of the best recieved of my stories.
Every Summer in my childhood my family would make a trip down to our grandparents house in Stockton, CA. We would be there for around a week and it seemed to always follow the same routine. We would hang out with family, go see movies, and like clockwork, every time all the adults would leave us with our uncle as they went to Lake Tahoe to gamble.
Now one year this changed as my uncle finally turned 21 and wanted to go as well. Seeing as leaving us kids unattended was not an option my parents decided to take us with them. To give you some backstory, my family members are not addicted to gambling, but they do have some interesting obsessions as far as time tables. An example of this is that in preparation for the trip they woke us all up at 6am and made sure that we were fully fed so they would not have to stop until we got there.
Myself I had two bowls of honey smacks and a serving of pop tarts and my siblings had the same. Well we all packed into the Astro van (this being my mom, dad in the front seats, my brother - 16 years old, me - 13 years old sitting in the back seat, and my sister - 10 years old and our two dogs - miniture shelties in the middle seat.
Everything was going well until around noon that day. The temperature had risen to roughly around 95 degrees and we were going along a particular strench of highway designed by what I can guess to be a very maniacal man. It consisted of many small turns followed by small bumps that ranged for about 50 miles. When you go over these at around 70mph this treats you to something resembling a extended rollercoaster.
By this point everyones full stomachs are feeling a bit uneasy, and everyone is uncomfortably warm. At this point one of the dogs decided they had had enough and vomitted on my sisters leg. To give you an idea of what was going on we have my sister screaming her lungs out, my mom searching for cleaning wipes, and me being the loving brother that I am I had to look, laugh and point at my sister.
We all had our fun, the mess was cleaned up and the drama now over and I sit back and reflect. At this point for some reason the thought entered my head that the vomit looked like a chewed up snickers bar. Now exactly why I found this facinating to think about I am still not sure, but it seemed to have triggered something in me and I tasted the familiar acid coming from the back of my throat. Acting quickly I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and held it in front of me like a bowl and promtly emptied my breakfast into it.
Hearing unusual sounds coming from me both my brother and sister looked my way to see the source. This resulted in them catching me in mid puke and they apparently were not as inventive as me because they emptied their stomaches on the car seats. My parents suddenly hearing unusual sounds come from the back seats decided to inquire as to the source. My mom upon turning around followed suit and joined in on our now group vomitting whereas my father either through a stomach of steel or the fact that he was driving and could not take his eyes off the road but he kept his breakfast down and immediately pulled to the side of the road.
Now if you can imagine, along the side of the highway in broad daylight you have 4 people bailing out of a astro minivan, stripping off their clothes while the father is digging though suitcases for non-soiled clothes you can get a fair idea of what this looked like and why the highway patrolman pulled over. The better part of this experience was seeing the expression of the highway patrolmans face as he emerges from his vehicle (downwind of us I might add) and only gets the words "is there anyth......" out of his mouth before he jumps back in his car and hauls ass away.
Strangely we never made anymore family trips to Lake Tahoe until after we were all of age to gamble.
Every Summer in my childhood my family would make a trip down to our grandparents house in Stockton, CA. We would be there for around a week and it seemed to always follow the same routine. We would hang out with family, go see movies, and like clockwork, every time all the adults would leave us with our uncle as they went to Lake Tahoe to gamble.
Now one year this changed as my uncle finally turned 21 and wanted to go as well. Seeing as leaving us kids unattended was not an option my parents decided to take us with them. To give you some backstory, my family members are not addicted to gambling, but they do have some interesting obsessions as far as time tables. An example of this is that in preparation for the trip they woke us all up at 6am and made sure that we were fully fed so they would not have to stop until we got there.
Myself I had two bowls of honey smacks and a serving of pop tarts and my siblings had the same. Well we all packed into the Astro van (this being my mom, dad in the front seats, my brother - 16 years old, me - 13 years old sitting in the back seat, and my sister - 10 years old and our two dogs - miniture shelties in the middle seat.
Everything was going well until around noon that day. The temperature had risen to roughly around 95 degrees and we were going along a particular strench of highway designed by what I can guess to be a very maniacal man. It consisted of many small turns followed by small bumps that ranged for about 50 miles. When you go over these at around 70mph this treats you to something resembling a extended rollercoaster.
By this point everyones full stomachs are feeling a bit uneasy, and everyone is uncomfortably warm. At this point one of the dogs decided they had had enough and vomitted on my sisters leg. To give you an idea of what was going on we have my sister screaming her lungs out, my mom searching for cleaning wipes, and me being the loving brother that I am I had to look, laugh and point at my sister.
We all had our fun, the mess was cleaned up and the drama now over and I sit back and reflect. At this point for some reason the thought entered my head that the vomit looked like a chewed up snickers bar. Now exactly why I found this facinating to think about I am still not sure, but it seemed to have triggered something in me and I tasted the familiar acid coming from the back of my throat. Acting quickly I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and held it in front of me like a bowl and promtly emptied my breakfast into it.
Hearing unusual sounds coming from me both my brother and sister looked my way to see the source. This resulted in them catching me in mid puke and they apparently were not as inventive as me because they emptied their stomaches on the car seats. My parents suddenly hearing unusual sounds come from the back seats decided to inquire as to the source. My mom upon turning around followed suit and joined in on our now group vomitting whereas my father either through a stomach of steel or the fact that he was driving and could not take his eyes off the road but he kept his breakfast down and immediately pulled to the side of the road.
Now if you can imagine, along the side of the highway in broad daylight you have 4 people bailing out of a astro minivan, stripping off their clothes while the father is digging though suitcases for non-soiled clothes you can get a fair idea of what this looked like and why the highway patrolman pulled over. The better part of this experience was seeing the expression of the highway patrolmans face as he emerges from his vehicle (downwind of us I might add) and only gets the words "is there anyth......" out of his mouth before he jumps back in his car and hauls ass away.
Strangely we never made anymore family trips to Lake Tahoe until after we were all of age to gamble.