When I was a kid I lived on Aggie Circle in El Paso, TX. I don't remember much about it I liked. Smurf's were big then, about 1981. There were a lot of urban legends going around about how a Smurf stuffed doll ripped and it began to bleed. It was all nonsense, but I was 11.
gj was 8 and she owned a stuffed Papa Smurf, leader of the clan. She would make her bed and put Papa on her pillow each morning. Girls.
One night I stole into her room as she readied for bed and hid in the corner. I was going to scare the crap out of her. She beebopped into bed, got under the covers and threw that Papa Smurf right at me. "She sees me!" I thought, so I threw the Papa Smurf back at her.
Well, she hadn't see me and that night at least, my Mom rocked her to sleep.
2 comments:
aww =( That's really sad! she must have been FREAKED.
OMG!! I bet she was scared to death!! But for some reason I can't stop laughing!!!
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