When I was about 10 years old, we had a thing at school. There was a playback show and together with three friends we decided to do a song from Kiss. I can’t for the heck remember which song it was, but that doesn’t matter. There was a part in it that needed a saxophone player, and I was designated to do that. So my mother bought me a little plastic saxophone from a toy shop and a practiced a lot. When the day came that we had to perform, I lost my saxophone. I was totally in tears because now we couldn’t perform the way we had planned, little perfectionist as I was already then. So I rang my mum at home if she could please get me another from the shop. It rained cats and dogs that day, and my mother couldn’t drive a car, so she took a bicycle, and cycled for 30 minutes to the shop and 30 minutes back again in the pouring rain.
I in the mean time was being readied with make up and what not and avidly awaiting my mum. When she finally showed up I opened the box that should have contained the saxophone, but instead it had a little trumpet in it. This did not do! I really had to have a saxophone in order to perform well! So I whined and cried, and finally my mother went back into the rain to exchange the trumpet she bought.
However, after 30 minutes, we had to go up. I tried to stall it some more to wait for my mother, but after 10 minutes there was no waiting anymore. So we went up, and I didn’t have a saxophone or a trumpet. Luckily, about a minute later, my mum came in, totally drenched but with the saxophone I needed. Just in time.
This episode happened 16 years ago, but I still remember it as if it happened yesterday, and I know I will until the day I die. When I think of it I still feel shame that I sent my mother into the pissing rain for something so trite as a stupid playback show. I apologised one or two years ago about this, but my mother can’t remember it at all anymore, but for some reason, this left a huge mark in my memory.
Anyone else have similar experiences?