Childhood
What is it that we remember most about our christmas gifts as kids? I vividly remember asking for the same gift year after year after year, there was really only one gift I truly wanted as a child and that my friends; was a bean bag chair. I use to look at them in the Penney’s and Sears catalogs yet to this day I have never received one. How could a parent deny such a simple request and cheap too. There were so many sizes and colors I use to imagine laying on the floor in my bean bag chair reading or watching TV. Just sinking into it as it formed to the shape of my little body. How perfect and comfortable it would be, yet every christmas morning there was no bean bag chair under the tree.
When I had kids and they got a little older I bought all three of them one of those chairs I so desired. They really enjoyed them at first, then the excitement wore off. And I begun to realize why I NEVER got one of those comfy chairs. For starters where was I gonna keep them? 3 large bean bag chairs in the living room yea right. I was tripping over them they eventually became little baskets to throw the laundry into when I felt to lazy to fold them. I would tell the kids just put them on your chair. They were constantly in the way, then low and behold one day I picked one up and tossed it across the room, not knowing it had a freaking hole in it. I spent the next yr picking up these little while styrofoam balls that stuck to everything and it was endless. Never again will my children get bean bag chairs while living under my roof. I just wish my mother could have had the same experience with the bean bag chairs that I had.
Yeah, my daughter had one. They are great until they spring a leak. Still, I really think that your parents could have bought you one.
Ha Ha! I had a whole living room full of beanbag chairs when I finally got my own apartment. I had about 6 of them. I moved shortly after getting all of the chairs, and my dog was very skittish. He was a boxer/shepherd/lab mix and he was upset one day after the move and tore up 3 of the bean bag chairs. Those damn white balls were everywhere! I thought I would try to suck them up in the sweeper, but filled the sweeper bags with the balls, and still didn’t have enough bags, so I got out the shop vac from the basement, and when I was taking it outside to dump in the trashcan, I spilled them all over the front yard. The funniest thing about this was that Mister was outside re-sucking them up with the shop vac hose off the front yard grass. Boy was he pissed! I laughed and laughed watching him vaccuum the grass! No bean bag chairs here ever again!!
LMAO…you should have just told people that it had snowed in your front yard. Those damn little balls stick to everything.
I see we all pretty much had the same experience with those horrid excuses for furniture. LOL. Alec had one, too. If I ever have grandchildren, in lieu of the requisite eardrum shattering noisy toys grandparents like to gift to repay their children for 18 years of agony, I’m going to buy them all bean bag chairs so it LOOKS like I’m being a thoughtful grandma, while really, I am silently paying the kid back for anything I feel like holding against him. Mwah hah hah!!!