My Baptisim

Ok, so from the other posts you get the idea that I have quite a temper. Well I was also quite a daredevil and a tomboy to boot. I proved that about an hour before I was supposed to be Baptized.

Not sure why, but as most parents, mine also thought that dressing me up and having my head dipped in holy water would keep me from having to endure fire and brimstone when the time came. So on that glorious day, Mom dressed me all pretty in pink ruffles and a bonnet and set me in my walker, in the garage with Daddy while she got ready. Well you know Daddy's and their garages...mine was preoccupied in no time and that's when I decided to make a run for it.

From the garage, the asphalt driveway had a slight decline and I was so inclined to make use of it!
I pushed as hard as my chubby little legs would go and down I went bumpity, bumpity, gaining warp speed, enjoying the wind in my face, when all of a sudden BABAM I hit a crack in the road!  Smack, tumble, and probably smack again, I was now sprawled out on the pavement skinned up dirty, dress torn, bonnet crooked and wailing like there was no tomorrow! I must have REALLY scared the shit out of Daddy because from what I heard..he was white as a ghost!

By that time, we had about 15 minutes to get to the church. Mommy brushed me off tried to make me look presentable, stop me from crying (which was nearly impossible as I kept flashing back to that horrible moment) and she did this as Daddy drove to the church.

Well no worries, we got there in time, I got my head dipped then the minister held me high for all the congregation to see!
I was a sight! Mommy and Daddy just hung their heads, as dirty, torn, skinned up little me let out another blood curdling wail! I don't remember any stories of ever attending that church again.