I did Funny Things. How about You?

[Kay Kim]

I come to US, when I was 20th, then one day walking to the grocery store near by, on the way, kids calling me, that keep saying Chinese, Chinese....
I was thinking, how wrong they are, I am not from China. So, I called them, hey kids come here, I want to tell you something.
But, it seems they were afraid to come near me. I waited stand firmly, and one by one reluctantly gathering around me but not that close.
I told them, I am not Chinese, I come from Korea. Then they asked, where is Korea?
Go home and ask your parents, and next time be sure to call me Korean, everybody understand?
After that nobody called me any names.
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One day I was passing by neighborhood, then one lady invited me to chat, she was drinking root beer, and asked me- Do you want root beer?
I politely answered- No thanks, I don't drink beer.
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About 7 years ago. I bought beautiful rainbow umbrella for about $25. It was so pretty and well made that I was so happy to have such a pretty color umbrella instead gloomy black. So, I use that for lots of times.
And one day my kids found out, and told me about the meaning of rainbow color in US.

Haha, some memories still make me laugh.

 

[sToRmR1dR]

I told them, I am not Chinese, I come from Korea. Then they asked, where is Korea?
Go home and ask your parents, and next time be sure to call me Korean, everybody understand?
After that nobody called me any names.

LOL

 

[Keit]

Haha, some memories still make me laugh.

Ah, the joy of being a newcomer in a foreign country! Thank you for sharing, Kay Kim.

I also have a small story to share. In 1991, right before Soviet Union collapse me and my mother immigrated to Israel. I was 13 years old. It was July and a very hot day (as it usually was during summer in Israel). My mother gave me one shekel and told me that I could buy something for myself. I went to the store and asked the owner what one shekel would buy me. He gave me something that looked like an ice cream. But when I tried to take a bite, it appeared to be solid ice! :O Something is really wrong with this ice cream, I thought. I was scammed, I thought! And this icy thing was thrown away in the garbage.

Yeah, very funny, I know. ;D But at the time, and back in the Soviet Union we didn't have icicles and other strange creations. Our ice cream was soft and something you could bite. :P But I will never forget this funny experience.

 

[Solie123]

Great story guys!!! XD I had a good laugh, especially the one with the kids Kay Kim!

I remember when I was 7, my parent took me back to the mother land for the summer, (Dominican Republic) and we were stayed at my aunt's house. At that time, there was this giant bakery in front of her house, who baked, packaged and shipped the most delicious cookies ever!

Every time I walked past, the lad packaging the cookies outside would offer me a cookie. One day I ask him if I could help him, and I had such a great time I just kept coming back to 'help.' I thought I was doing such a great job I asked the owner to hire me, and pay me 30 pasos to package the cookies.

I would come by for half an hour a day and help out, but I think I ate more cookies then I actually helped XD

When it was time to come back to the states, I told my parents I was going to go get my pay, and the lady gladly gave me my 30 pasos.

After getting my 'pay,' I happily went back to my aunt's house and told everyone I would take them out to eat with the money I had earn, to find out to my dismay, 30 Pasos would only get me a small loaf of bread. XD I thought how? 30 dollars back home would feed us all! (back then at least)

In the end, I settled for some chips that I shared with everyone.

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That also remind me of when I first started school - I understood English and spoke it decently because of exposure to English television, but at home, my parents only spoke Spanish, so communicating at school at first was a little tough, even if I was familiar with the language.

So, one day, I remember tripping on my shoe laces at school and knocking into a boy in front of me who ended up falling over and crying. :( I felt so horrible and the teacher asked me if I knocked him over on purpose or if it was an accident; these words were unfamiliar to me, so I repeated them in my head, and to me purpose sounded like the best word to describe how awful I felt about it.

So obviously I told her I did it on purpose, when it was actually an accident XD For a long time after, I would say I did things on purpose when they were actually mistakes or accidents, until I realized that purpose doesn't mean it was a mistake and that you're really really sorry XD