The word “never” in this challenge really stumped me. My parents were strict but not militant. As I thought about it most of the things they “never” allowed us to do were really for our own safety. After some soul searching I realized there was one thing: eating dessert first. My parents would never have allowed this. So, now that I am in charge, why don’t I do it more? Jason and I decided to head out to dinner, so I picked Olive Garden because I remembered seeing a yummy dessert that I’d like to try- chocolate lasagna. When it came time to order I told the waitress I would be ordering dessert first. She admitted that she would like to do that more but feels too embarrassed. It did “feel wrong.” I ended up getting an appetizer for my entrée. I was so stuffed. I felt like quite the dinner rebel. I highly recommend it! 
When I was a wee lad, I was enamored by Play-Doh®. Especially the smell and the way it felt in my hands. I even had a Play-Doh playset: The Fuzzy Bumper Barber Shop. It was awesome. There was a little plastic guy with holes in his head. You’d jam Play-Doh into his noggin and put him on the barber chair. As you’d push down, the compound would squeeze out of his head, creating a beautiful head of pink or blue or brown hair. There may have even been a beard/shaving element to it as well.
The trouble was that my mom never let me play with it. Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but I swear I can count on my hand (with a few fingers chopped off) how many times I did. On the blue moon when I was allowed to play with it, it was at the kitchen table. I remember being surrounded by some sort of plastic tarp, and a hermetically sealed white NASA space suit might have been involved. Anytime I asked for one of those Play-Doh food kits — I LOVED those tiny hamburgers — I was always denied.
This morning I did something I’ve always wanted to do growing up - I slid down the bannister! I think my size may have taken a bit of fun out of it as it is not a super long bannister therefore making for a short ride 
Even though I’m 33 years old, I still felt a little thrill in “sneaking” a ride!
Comment by Jenna on 1/14/2006 @ 11:54 am
This is a good one! My dad was a volunteer fireman and many times as I was growing up I remember the phone ringing a steady ring signaling a fire call. So playing with matches and fire was a no no! Smoking was not allowed either. Neither of my folks smoked. And the one time I “found” some smokes I tried smoking them behind the old garage and all was going well until old pop came around the corner and wanted to know what I was doing. Being the “smart” lad I was I put the cigarette out in the palm of my hand and all was well until I screamed out in pain and the smoke fell to the ground.
So in honor of those 2 can’t dos I started a fire in my back yard and burned some tree trimmings and leaves from last fall and smoked a big fat cigar thank you!
Comment by Walt Kotecki on 1/14/2006 @ 5:42 pm
Today I stayed in my jammies until the afternoon, after lunch! How nice it was to be “rebelous” this morning! 
Comment by Marci on 1/14/2006 @ 5:55 pm
I can hear my mom now, “no ball playing in the house!” So, I went out to the garage, got a basketball, fired up for a dribble and THUD! Guess the ball being out in the frozen garage doesn’t make it ready for a game of one-on-one. But it was a loud few thuds and I felt like a rebel nonetheless.
Comment by Jaimie on 1/14/2006 @ 7:28 pm
I did a couple of things that my parents would strongly disagree with. I stayed out past my curfew. I stayed awake unitl 2:30 Am, and I ate Ice cream for breakfast. So, eat it parents.
Comment by Doug on 1/15/2006 @ 1:41 pm
My mum is a pretty liberal person and didn’t disapprove too much of whatever I did back in the day, apart from one thing: banging on things. It. Would. Drive. Her. Nuts.
Like many kids who want to be drummers (uh-oh!), I’d take whatever looked like drumsticks and bang on anything resembling a drum: pots, pans, tubs, jars - whatever came to hand. Well, yesterday (Sunday), I decided to make a drumkit out of everyday items, and play along to one whole song.
My bass drum was a small washing basket laid upside-down on the floor; my snare was a casserole pot; my tom was a frying pan; and my ride was a chinese wok (all placed on the coffee table). A pair of knitting needles were my drumsticks. Needless to say, the racket was LOUD, but AWESOME! I played along to The Riverboat Song by Ocean Colour Scene and had a blast!
Comment by Alex on 1/16/2006 @ 9:11 am
[...] Dreary-ness, that begins with ‘D’. The eleventh task: Do something your parents would never let you do as a child.I’ve been trying for ages to think of something that my parents would not let me do as a child. I thought of a few, but the thing is they are things I wouldn’t want to do now anyway. I don’t want to smoke (ugh), I don’t drink (I try Simmo’s brews everytime he makes one, but… ugh), I don’t swear (generally). [...]
Pingback by The Rodeo » Blog Archive » Listen to Your Parents (T.G.E - Part 11 of 40) on 1/16/2006 @ 12:40 pm
I had to pass on this one. I couldn’t think of anything that my parents forbade me to do that I would actually want to :(.
Sorry guys.
Comment by Ian Tyrrell on 1/16/2006 @ 12:45 pm
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