Mama Kat's Writers Workshop, the day I found out I wasn't an Oakie!

I'm going to try and do Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop this week.

Here are her prompts.

The Prompts:

1.) If I sent you four hundred dollars today what is ONE thing you would spend it on and why. ps I want my change.

2.) What are your kids talking about?

3.) Tell us about a local news story that's all the buzz right now in your neck of the woods.

4.) Share some blogging advice.

5.) Tell us about that time at the playground when that thing happened.
(thanks to Heather at Chasing Butterfly's who unknowingly inspired this last prompt)

I'm going to go with #5.

When I was about 4 my Mom started dating my Step-Dad.

You've seen pictures of me and can probably tell I'm a heinz 57 type of girl. A little of this and that as far as nationality wise.

Soon to be step dad on the other hand is full blooded italian.

He used to tease my mom and I and tell us that we were Oakies because we weren't Italian (or anything else really!)

So here's the scene. We are at a park and we are all hanging out on a blanket. That's about all I can remember from way back then. I walk over to the playground area where there are a bunch of kids playing on a big merry go round. I get on and start playing on it, when some big kid yells out

"all the Oakies have to get off!"

So I get off and go crying, literally tears streaming down my face, back to my mom and step dad.

They of course are like "what's wrong!"

and I tell them "they said all the Oakies have to get off"

And they start LAUGHING!

I was so confused!!

Then they proceed to tell me that I'm not really an Oakie, it's just a saying (although not too PC in this day and age) and that I can go back to playing on the merry go round.

But I was too scared. And humiliated!!Pin It