Memoir Writing Prompt: Did you lick any cows’ tongues in your childhood?

I did . . . once . . . maybe twice. I was a farm girl, why not? And Mom cooked cow tongue for our dining pleasure. I spent several childhood days looking for dead birds so my siblings and I could have a funeral and bury the dear soul under the huge oak tree. My sister never dared to touch the lice-ridden carcasses, but I didn’t have a problem with that. When I was three years old, I crawled up on the kitchen table and ate an entire dish of butter leading to my older brother’s dislike of butter forever after. (It was homemade butter, made from the cows’ milk whose tongues I’d licked . . . so why not?) And when our third child was still crawling, I found him by the front door one day with several roly-polys in his mouth and the guts of one slipping down his chin.

Memoir Writing Prompt: I’m sure you did something else just as gross as I did. Go ahead. Admit it. Describe one or two gross things that you did as a child. Let your reader know how it felt to the touch, what it looked like, or how it smelled.

Today’s Writing Prompt: What have you seen kids doing today that totally grosses you out?

Have fun writing today for your generations to come.