STORY TELLING:mr. spider's paintshop (original) (raw)

Me and sara, founder and cofounder of this community, have decided to liven things up a bit and make this place a story telling community. you can still post about anything you want, but we can tell stories, fact or fiction. so here is a factual story im going to tell you about me and sara in grade school.

MR. SPIDER'S PAINTSHOP:A TRUE TALE.

It was a crisp afternoon in the 90's when me and sara were in the second grade. I had just moved to Roxbury, New Jersey from a town nearby called Randolph. I joined sara's second grade class. Our teacher was named Mrs. Reimers. Every day or so we would have gym class. We had a teacher named Mr. McDonald. Mr. "Mc" (as he liked to be called) was a big bustling man with a big grey beard. He talked in a bit of a hickish country accent, if you will, and he frightened the children. Mr. Mc was always devising strange games for us youngins' to play, but the strangest one of all was a game called Mr. Spider's Paintshop. How you play the game is, Mr. Mc would gather the kids in a big circle in the middle of the gymnasium and then call out "Come on down to Mr. Spider's Paintshop, what color do you want me to paint your house today?". If the kids blurted out the correct color Mr. McDonald was thinking of, he would say "AH HA!" and chase us all around the gym. Then he would wrap his big bear arms around one of us and yell "GOTCHA!". Now at the time, this game was terrifying, but looking back on it, Sara and I have thought about how Mr. Mc was indeed a child pedophile getting sick pleasures out of this game. It's now illegal in 38 states (i dont know if thats the number) to touch kids ...especially while shouting GOTCHA. I'm truly surprised Mr. McDonald, the child predator he was, didn't get fired for such rubbish behavior. Maybe no one knew about it. But us kids knew...and boy was it frightening.

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