I say this with the utmost laud and honor, as from what I can tell from the recent web surfing, knucklehead is a term of endearment to our great and wonderful creator Mr. Jon Scieszka. He enjoys the term so much he has just published a semi-memoir, semi-autobiography about his life growing up with five brother with that title.
The book was new to me when I found it on the Penguin website, but after watching the trailer and listening to the excerpt, both narrated by Scieszka, I am hooked.
Loyal readers of SMS Guys Read will know that Jon Scieszka is the reason that we have a club and do all of the crazy and silly reading things that we do. This new book I’m sure will be on par with his Guys Write for Guys Read book and give us all some insight to his twisted, and fantastic, sensibilities.
In the book Scieszka tells numerous true and mostly true stories about growing up a boy in a family of boys. I am posting a challenge to all SMS Guys Read members and anyone else who feels the need to participate. I want you all to hit that comment button and tell us a Knucklehead story. You can tell us a true story about something that has happened to you, or your brother or both you and your brothers with your dad. The stories can be true, or mostly true, as stories tend to get more elaborate (and interesting with retelling), or completely fiction. Have fun with this one.
To get this challenge going I will kick off with one of my own knucklehead stories.
My grandparents had a summer cabin on a beautiful lake in western Montana when I was a kid. It was a glacier fed lake and really cold all the time, but we would swim in it just the same. On a hot day it was a refreshing dip. My dad used to swim the fifty yards or so between our dock and the dock at the neighbors. He didn’t use goggles so he kept his eyes closed sometimes and then opened them when he needed to. My brother and I would watch him go back and forth, back and forth and decided that he needed a little extra stimulation in his exercise. So we gathered a few wet sticks from the shore and calmly cruised the rocky shore tossing in the sticks near my swimming father. The goal was not to hit him but to the sticks in his way, a sort of swimming obstacle course. We succeeded in finding our target and got a stick right in front of dad. He swam right up onto the stick and commenced a walkin’ on the water. My brother and I of course found this absolutely hilarious and didn’t feel bad at all about almost giving our father a heart attack as he thought the stick was a giant water snake swimming right for his eyeballs.
I can’t remember if he called us knuckleheads that day, but it certainly would be in my father’s vocabulary.
So hit that comment button and share a knucklehead story about your life. Remember true, mostly true or completely made up. How can you go wrong?
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