21 Chapters of Childhood, Chapter one.

So tomorrow is my 21st birthday and I figured there must be some sort of way to mark such a momentous occasion on such a public forum as teh blogosphere.
The answer is apparently 21 short stories from my life.
There is no promise of any sort of linear time line to these stories despite the fact that goes against my blog title.
The idea came to me at about 3 on Tuesday morning so it may turn out to be an entirely horrible idea and I withhold the decision to pull the plug on this at any stage.

 ON WITH THE SHOW!!!

When I was younger, I wasn't all that fond of clothing. Now, I'm not talking about when I was 1 or 2, I'm talking about when I was 5 or 6.
I was Pedobear's dream come true.
The first chance I got I would discard every item of clothing my parents had forced upon me and would then take off at lightning speed, or as fast as my chubby little legs could take me, it's all relative.
These actions were not reserved for in the home either. In fact my favourite place to display my nudist tendencies was my Fathers workplace, Street Electrical.

One particular day, Dad was unable to find anyone to take care of my brothers and I, so he had to take us to work with him. This also happened to be the day a rather large client was coming in to take a look at the workshop and potentially make a rather large, expensive order.

As soon as Dad took his eyes off me for a second I was naked and off like a shot.

A few minutes later Dad caught me and began the process of putting all my clothes back on despite my protesting. He was about half way done when we heard a sudden crash form the back of the van were Dad had left the boys sleeping in their car seats, figuring that was the place the could get into the least trouble.

Within the space of fifteen seconds it had gone from relatively calm to all hell breaking loose.

My brothers had managed to pull a tray of nuts and bolts out of Dad's storage rack on the side of the van, spilling them everywhere.

I was once again running joyously naked and free throughout the shop and Dad was standing there not knowing where to even START trying to put it all back together.

This is where the boss walks in.

Imagine you're the boss of an electrical supplies company, bringing in a large client who plans to make a very expensive order for good and services from your establishment.

You're showing him around the place to prove his needs are in capable hands.

Then you walk in on this: (click to zoom in)

Luckily the client himself had young kids who he'd had to take to work so e completely understood and laughed about it with Dad afterwards.

However Dad didn't take us to work with him again for many,many years.