In my opinion there are things that should never happen at certain points in a teens life.  Only because it will scar them for life and they may never recover from it.

One hundred years ago when I was a teenager something happened to me that I will never forget.  I can laugh about it now, but it was not a laughing matter then.  I was scarred.  I was fourteen and in those very awkward years when I was very concerned about what people  thought about me and how I looked, etc.  I was asked to sing at a function in another town.  The daughter of a friend of my mother’s wanted me to sing at a birthday celebration for all of the ladies and their husband’s in an LDS ward.  This was a great, yet scary opportunity.

There were about 100 people in attendance and I noticed that my 7th grade health teacher was there.  I of course was a big freshman in high school and wanted to make a good impression.  I hadn’t seen my teacher for a couple of years and didn’t want to end up looking stupid.

I had on some very high heels.  I would guess about 4 inches.  Which, by the way, I don’t wear heels anymore because of this very incident.  It came time for me to sing and I was starting to feel the butterflies in the gut.  We were in an old church gymnasium where sound traveled quite well.  I started walking up to the stage entrance when I heard a very loud bang on the floor.  It startled me out of the scared stupor I was in enough to look down and notice that my high heel had gotten stuck in a metal heater grate on the floor.  It was about 1 square foot in size.  I had lifted that entire vent out of the floor.  Struggling to keep my composure, I tried kicking the vent off.  It would not budge.  I had to remove my shoe and pry it off.  It ripped the leather on my heel in the process. 

After putting it back in its place I continued the “100”  mile walk to the stage.  There were a set of steps that I had to climb to go around the back entrance to get on.  I somehow managed to trip up the stairs putting a large hole and run in the pantyhose.

At this point when I arrived back stage.  I stood trying  to pull it together before attempting to sing a spiritual song.  Thinking I might get some support from my sister who was playing for me I looked to her for some sort of sign of encouragement.  All I could see was the bouncing up and down of her body on the bench because she could not stop laughing.

Needless to say, I was so mad at her and my mother all the way home because they couldn’t  stop laughing.  I was scarred, scarred bad and hoped I would never see those people again. 

Jump ahead 9  years.  I ended up moving to an area after getting married where I lived in the same town as the son  of my health teacher and the sister of the lady who asked me to sing.  Which by the way was almost an exact twin to her sister.  After a few years I have learned to laugh about this.  I have even been the recipient of a few jokes regarding this.  That’s fine, I just roll with the punches now.

Some children never get over this kind of thing.  There is someone I “know”…(We will change the name of the person and their relationship to me to protect the guilty) that had something happen to him that may take a lifetime to get over.

A few years ago we were attending a rodeo where a couple of  young men I “knew” wanted to do some muttin’ bustin’.  This is where you get on a sheep, hang on for  dear life and hope you get the most points to win the trophy.  This is a very popular event as families gather to see if their kid will ride the ride.

This particular child had on a pair of shorts.  I suggested that they put on some long sweats so they wouldn’t get their legs all scratched up.  The child initially put the sweats over their shorts, but I suggested that they  just wear the sweats because of how hot it was.  An important fact to remember here is that the sweats were breakaway sweats.  They snapped all the way up both sides.

The  child’s turn came to ride the sheep and he got on holding as tight as he could.  He was about 11 years old.  As the sheep bolted out of the chute, the boy was thrown off the sheep.  The sheep stepped on the sweats and it somehow ended up ripping the sweats off of the kid.

He sat there in the middle of the rodeo arena  in  his tighty-whities, trying to frantically find the sweats to put them over him.  Now, not everyone could have seen this, but I know  as soon as the rodeo announcer said,”Ladies, cover your eyes while this young man retrieves his britches” probably grabbed the  attention of the entire audience.  This poor child’s mother could not stop laughing long enough to get up and help the poor kid out of the arena.  He pretty much demanded to go home after that and his muttin’ bustin’ career was over.

Five years later and this  is a very sore subject with him.  I am not sure if he will ever be able to laugh at this.  I have heard people laughing about this after the fact.  People  who did not know my relationship to this young man, but who was there in the audience to eyewitness this young man’s life altering experience.