Comments on: Tell Me a Story About…Fence

By: Paulette

Paulette — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 16:19:04 +0000

“Don’t Fence Me In”

I am always amazed when driving through neighborhoods (the rural South) where there are no fences between properties…

I recall a time when I was a seven or eight years old and a section of our fence blew down during a huge Santa Ana. That downed fence became my river raft that magically transported me down the Mississsip ala Huck and even served as a makeshift stage for impromptu play productions! The dogs ran freely between yards as did the humans. Things were never quite the same when the fence was eventually repaired. Such fond memories!

By: jenforbus

jenforbus — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 12:12:52 +0000

That’s what MY fence is like now! I don’t know why anyone would have thought to put the twisted end of the fencing at the top!! I guess to create stories like yours Le0? 😉

By: Poncho

Poncho — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 20:18:23 +0000

OMG! Wow! I just pictured it in my head and it was gross! I’ve never met anyone who had that many (freak) accidents -besides me-. I hope your brother’s bad luck has ended.

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 20:14:13 +0000

Not only do I love these stories, I love how this exercise allows me to get to know you a little better. Thank you for sharing them.

EIREGO—I’m sorry to hear about your dad’s fences being demolished. I hope those emotional barriers you’ve erected against your brother, though, don’t get too high.

ARB—It’s like you were Cinderella and animal friends came out of the forest to comfort you!

Jen—I don’t watch L&O:CI so I don’t know that ep. I think you made the right decision, though, about where to put your money because the trips will be a blast and the fence can be fixed any time!

Poncho—You make me laugh, as usual! This reminds me of my younger brother. My dad would let him drive the car into/out of our driveway when he was 11 and the car was stick shift. He, er, didn’t crash into any fences, though.

Christine—Isn’t it wonderful how you can find beauty even in shadows? I’m so glad you enjoy this game. It’s the amazing responses that make it great.

lp13—What happened to your scar-friendly brother wasn’t funny but the way you tell the stories had me rolling. Of COURSE he had to land his forehead on the part of the parking lot with broken glass! And how he’d just cleared his little scarred head over the fence when he slipped. Like I said, NOT funny, but hilarious.

Shell-–I’m imagining you painting them fuchsia or turquoise…not dull at all!

By: Shell Sherree

Shell Sherree — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 08:56:12 +0000

Your story would be quite at home on The Simpsons, PCN! As for me, the first thing that comes to mind is that a few palings have just been replaced on my fence and I still need to paint them. How dull is that!! To compensate, though, I’m thinking of painting them in a bright colour. Something that doesn’t match the rest of the fence at all. Something that the neighbours can look at and say, “Nice fence – but lady, the colour’s don’t match.” 🙂

By: Shell Sherree

Shell Sherree — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 08:49:22 +0000

Poncho, your story reminds me of my sister’s early driving efforts. She ran into the house. And she had her license by then. I think you did a fine job to hit the fence instead of the house. 🙂

By: le0pard13

le0pard13 — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 05:45:29 +0000

This one is generating some great stories from everyone. I don’t have anything personal to relate, except… my younger brother. When we were young, my kid brother always seemed to get into clumsy accidents that would result in permanent scarring. He’s the only kid I knew who could fall while playing around and look like he needed a blood transfusion afterward. He must have been 3/4 years old when took a face plant while goofing outside the car (waiting for mom to get back from inside a store). But, he couldn’t just bump that noggin on the parking lot. Nooo… he had to land with his forehead on the part with broken glass! [insert bloody towel memory here]

Back to the fence story. Chain link seemed to be the ubiquitous form of fencing where we lived as kids. However, we aren’t talking about the ones with the properly nibbed top portion of chain link. Nope. I’m talking about the kind that’s going rip your pant legs (or other parts) as you attempt to go over it (and thus discourage anyone attempting such a breach). You can see where this is going, can’t you? One day, this young genius attempted to climb such a border. Four foot tall fence, and he’s about 3.5 ft. himself. Up he scaled… and when he got that scarred head just over the top of the fence, he slipped. Impaled chin… and another bloody towel commemoration.

Of course, he never told his own kids these stories. That’s the job of their uncle ;-). Thanks, PCN.

By: Christine

Christine — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 01:50:07 +0000

Was laughing when you said she just dropped trow for a whizz, but the Fence-butt moniker did me in! LMAO!

My first thought was a visual I had of my in-laws’ Ohio horse farm in winter. They have split rail fences around all the pastures. When the temps would rise above freezing and the sun was out the snow would have melted away except these perfect outlines of snow on the ground in the shadows of the fence rails. I always thought these snow-shadows (for lack of a better phrase) were really lovely.

As always, really enjoy this game and the stories people share.

By: Poncho

Poncho — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 00:53:22 +0000

No way I could beat fence-butt! Or anyone, for that matter. But here’s my story:

The thing that comes to mind when you say the word “fence” (“reja” in mexican spainsh) is my first time driving a car ever. My dad decided it would be a good time to start teaching me some skills behind the wheel when I was about 14 years-old, so he asked me to park the car in the garage. My house’s got an outdoors garage with a fence right beside the sidewalk.

So I got behind the wheel, started the car -which was lined up to the entrance- stepped on the accelerator carefully and went forward. What I didn’t notice is that the steering-wheel was a little bent to the left and I was certain, silly me, my dad would’ve left the car facing directly to the entrance.

So I crashed with my house’s fence. Yup. Not very hard, because I wasn’t going fast or anything, but I did crash and my dad yelled angrily (I swear if 10 or so years ago you heard a desperate cry coming from nowhere, it must’ve been my dad about to tear my head apart).

Nothing happened to the car, but the fence is still a little bent. My dad calls it a reminder.

By: Jen Forbus

Jen Forbus — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 23:36:38 +0000

I have no idea why, but whenever I think of “fence” two things immediately pop into mind for me. The first being my own chain-link fence that is in horrible condition and needs to be replaced. I, however, choose to jet off to California twice this year, so that won’t be happening. But I guess years ago when this fence would have been put up, they left the jagged edges of the chain link at the top, so I always have to watch my dogs who want to rear up on the fence and “greet” all the people who walk by. Those ends are sharp and could hurt their paws.

The other odd thing that pops into my mind is that episode of Law and Order: CI with Corbin Bernson, where he tied himself to the fence, do you remember that? I don’t know why that sticks in my head…

I love the fence-butt lady story, though. I’m sure I won’t be able to forget that one!