Hi, @galenkp
Sory it took me forever to do this. I was too busy finishing my Lindsey Stirling painting and helping my mom on other things.
The "funny" story I wanted to tell was funny for my family, but not for me.
It so happens that we have a mango tree next door with some branches reaching over to our house. This house has a long corridor and at the end there is a room. That is my parents' room. Over the room we have the mango branches from next door.
One day I was coming out of the room, I was probably 3 years old and I was going to say something to my mother, who was talking to my grandmother, my uncle and someone else in the patio. In that very moment a very riped mango fell from the tree on my head. Everybody looked at me shocked not knowing what to do, thinking that maybe I was going to drop dead. The mango pulp started to slide down my face like a yellow shower and they started to laugh, and then I started to cry. They were all like, "DON'T CRY, we are just laughing, it's funny, you are ok", and I kept crying. And they were like, we are not laughing at you we are laughing with you. I was like, Sheldon Cooper, "But I'm not laughing!"
Real story
!ENGAGE 25
ENGAGEtokens.You gotta watch out for falling mangoes! Lol.
I'll be honest, if a mango fell into a bowl of ice creak I was eating I wouldn't mind...But on my head? I'd not be so happy with that I think. :)