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Kermis

Reading the amusing post of Lone Grey Squirrel who told about a foolish experience from when he was young my eyes fell upon the mark on my right ring finger. Like LGS's mind, my mind wandered back to my foolish days and particularly to the day I got the mark.

When I was young I was of course well behaved (hum) and my parents made sure I was, by making me come home earlier than my friends when we went out. The remedy for that was that my friend invited me especially on days that her own parents were on a trip, so that we could return home whenever we wanted to. (Can tell this , my mum can't read english) We than usually prepared to go out by dressing up nicely and went off. One particular night we decided with 3 girls to go to the kermis (fair) in a nearby town. Every fair in the towns in Holland had a big tent where you can dance and drink a cola!

We were always in for a bit of theater and pretended that night to be German girls. We spoke german all night to a bunch of guys, danced and had fun. When it was time to go home I stepped on the back of the moped of my friend and we pulled along our friend who was on a bike. We had to go over a quiet road where it was pretty dark. Suddenly bang ouch.......my knockels gliding over the concrete...I found myself underneath the moped. My friend helped me up and told me that the wheel of the bike had collided with the moped wheel. The bike was nowhere to be seen.

Scared we called out our friends name who's head suddenly appeared above a ditch (which had luckily hardly any water in it.) Her bike had taken her there.

Because the chain was disconnected from the moped we had to walk which wasn't fun because we still had to go through a bit of bush were it was pitchblack. Help was on their way so we thought when we heard somebody coming. Yippee, 3 mopeds arrived with the guys we hang out with and they were calling out "was ist passiert" (what happened) My silly friend started to rattle in dutch much to the surprise of the boys who thought we were German. Yeh right they thought and they drove off. Grrr , splutter grrr were all the sounds you could here.

After a minute they appeared again and they laughed, happy they got us too. These gentleman were so nice to fix the moped and we drove off home. At home we still had a drink to cool down from our little foolish adventure.

You have some foolish experiences as well from when you were young?