where hobbies, hijinks, and capers go bad = my childhood #7

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my middle sister and i hatched a plan to get on the radio

when we heard about a fund raising radio-thon.

 anyone who called in with a year-long pledge

would hear their names on the radio as a thank you.

as soon as our mom went upstairs

we dialed up the station on our kitchen phone

 excitedly pledging to send 2 dollars a month for a whole year.

within the hour, we heard our names announced

we were so proud and cheering for ourselves

until all the noise caused our mom to come downstairs

asking what we were celebrating

as she quickly reminded us once again

that we were young kids with no income

(other than what we made from our other schemes)

and there was no way we could actually pay them a cent.

 how quickly our fame turned to shame

 how fearful we were

thinking the radio station

would send someone right over to our door to collect.

though they might not have found us

as we were soon busy doing hard time in our room.

‘fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.’

-emily dickinson

 

 

 

 

image credit: eBay

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33 responses »

  1. lily tomlin told a similar tale to dick cavett a couple nights ago about ordering junk C.O.D. and her mom answered the door and owed 12 bucks and little lily had to start earning babysitting money until she could pay her mom back and start playing with whatever crap she had ordered? such as sea monkeys?

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  2. Awww… I remember the feeling of wanting to be on the radio or having my name on there. I would call to request songs all the time hoping they would say, “This one is requested by Heather……”
    Good thing the radio police didn’t catch you and your sister.

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