Happy Shopper Coincidences
I had a pretty decent childhood as things go, living on a RAF base as a kiddie was just about as good as it got. You could go wherever you pleased, talk to men with big guns, use disused bomb shelters as dens and generally race around the place without a care in the world – it was ace. The only problem was my mother. She was still worried about letting me and my fellow siblings out and about. Looking back on it now I can completely see why, but when I was 6 I thought I was a grown up and goddammit I wanted to explore.

One day I had decided that I should be allowed to walk on my own to the Happy Shopper around the corner from our house. It was probably a 5 minute walk, if that, and was conveniently located opposite a guard post but my mother wasn’t having any of it. So I did what any young kid would do in similar situations – I cried. I cried like a little girl, for that is what I was. ‘Why *sob* won’t *sob* you *sob* let *sob* me *sob* go *snot*’ I followed my mum around for the rest of the day in full on sulk mode, with my bottom lip sticking out and my little furrowed brow fully on display. Finally my mum had had enough, she came off the phone in the kitchen and called out my name. ‘Do you still want to go to the shops?’ she asked. I frantically threw my head up and down, nodding crazily and she gave me £1 and said I could go and get some sweets.

I raced out of the house and got as far as the path before suspicion set in. I turned around to check my mum was still in the house… it looked that way so I tottered onwards, checking over my shoulder every few seconds just in case. When I was in sight of the shop I sped up, I had got there all by myself, I was great, I was amazing, I was a grown up! Racing around the store I could hardly contain my excitement, I got my sweets and I went to the queue. It was then I noticed a familiar face… it was my dad. He was in the queue in front of me and seemed rather surprised to see me in the store. I verbally attacked him, jumping up and down shouting ‘I’m here on my own, mums not here, I walked here by myself dad’. He said he was very proud of me and proceeded to pay for my sweets and walk me home before heading off back to work.

Now I had forgotten about this story until about a year ago when my mother was talking about how annoying we were as kids. She told me of her own story where I had nagged her silly about going to the shops and in the end had called up my dad and asked if he could follow me to the store and then walk me home so nothing happened to me… I couldn’t believe that as a kid I must have been so excited it didn’t even occur to me that my dad wasn’t there by coincidence… I never made the connection!! God I felt thick.
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:32, 7 replies)

Ha ha *click*
I had the same sort of story but a bit more creepy as my next door neighbour turned out to be a full on pedo.
But luckily he was into girls and proceded to work his way through all the little girls in the year above me
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:45, closed)

Eeep
That is rather creepy! Also thank you for the clickage!
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:52, closed)

Heh...
‘Why *sob* won’t *sob* you *sob* let *sob* me *sob* go *snot*’ - superb!

Kind of reminds me when I learnt to ride a bike: "Dad, you are still holding on?"
"Yes son."
Of course I realise now he was standing outside the gate, just getting louder so I thought he was right behind me...

*clicks*
( snee held his breath since, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:51, closed)

Aww bless
My dad pulled that trick as well whilst teaching me how to ride a bike. I understand its the only way to make a kid learn but when you're young you can't help but think your parents are eeeevil because of it!

Thank you for the click! :D
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Fri 11 Sep 2009, 11:57, closed)

by that age
my mum was always sending me to the shop, so she didn't have o go for bread/milk/tea bags herself.
lazy bitch that she is.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 12 Sep 2009, 1:12, closed)

Awwww
I'm hoping she let you buy something nice for yourself!! :D
(Flim-Flam the Magnificent "You is talking loco and I like it!", Sat 12 Sep 2009, 17:22, closed)

sometimes
but by no means always
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 23:13, closed)