I'm Special, Helmet Special

Shoes? Ok, so my mom didn't throw shoes, but only because they weren't in arms reach. She's short though, so there's not much that IS in arms reach, but if it was, she'd throw it FO SHO!

So my room was always messy when I was little. Now my house is messy because I have more surface area with which to spread my messy wealth. So anyways, my mom got raging mad once about the mess...I was maybe 5 ok? And she had been threatening to "throw that junk" away for at least 2 years if I didn't keep my room clean. Well, get her pissed enough and she comes through with a hefty bag and a scowl! She actually grabbed my mattress & box springs and went to town throwing away the toys underneath my bed. I do mean throwing.

I was highly confused. I mean, if mom was going to take care of the mess couldn't I just go outside and play? No, I had to sit on the floor and watch my toys get thrown away. So, my brother comes in to sit and laugh at me. While he's sitting there laughing, mom chucked one of those toys right into his forehead. It actually cut him, there was a bump and blood and everything! The best part, mom didn't even stop throwing toys, she just told him he shouldn't sit in the way and to get a band-aid!

In the end Scott didn't have a concussion (as he swore he did, you know Scott Meyer 9 year old M.D.) and mom's threat was totally empty. That garbage bag ended up in a closet in our house and I would intermittently go back and take toys out. About 5 years later mom went to get the bag out of the closet and discovered it only contained about 4 puzzle pieces and a Mr. Potato Head ear ....I probably got in trouble for that too.