When I was in elementary school, I really, really wanted to be an actor. My first "performance" -- a school play, I was maybe in the second grade -- I was playing Thomas Edison, and had a whopping two lines, holding a light bulb. I was SO excited. I got up there, all tiny and dressed for the part, opened my mouth and dropped the light bulb. A moment of silence followed, and then my tears echoed throughout the audience. I was just standing there, motionless, crying.
I didn't get over it, but I had stopped crying by the time I got home. I happened to be in child-love with my next door neighbor at the time, and as I got out of the car to walk inside, smiling at her, I slipped in dog shit, and fell in it. I put my hand down to help myself up, and wouldn't you know it, hand right back in the poop. I stood there, covered in poop, crying in front of my childhood crush for the second time that day.
I'll never forget it. What a perfect day :)
HAHA! Ohh no, poor baby! Such is life! Great story!
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