Karma tagged me, so now it's my turn to write 5 embarrasing things about my childhood.  Hmm....let me see.

1) I used to sing in the church choir, and we wore traditional robes, ruffled collars and hats.  I was short back then - heck, I'm still short now - so the robes were a wee but too long for me.  Mum tried to hem them up, but because they were so old she was scared that she'd damage the fabric, so she tacked them a little and told me I'd have to make do and be careful.  I was clumsy then (and I'm still clumsy now) and yes, you guessed it....I tripped over the hem of my robe as we were proceeding up the aisle to take our seats in the choir stall and I fell.  In front of a full church.  My hat fell off, I tore the robe, and I was so ashamed I burst into tears.

2) I was incredibly, painfully shy when I was a little girl.  I wouldn't talk to people I didn't know, and I certainly wouldn't complain about things not being right (my, how things have changed!)  So, when I went ice skating with my Brownie troop when I was 7 (the junior version of Girl Guides, Americans call them Girl Scouts) and got handed 2 left skates I was too shy to complain and skated for half an hour with them before the troop leader noticed and frog-marched me back to the skate handout counter and got me new ones.  She was very vocal about telling everyone how I was too stupid and too cowardly to speak up for myself, which made my shyness even worse.

3) This is also related to my shyness - when i first started school at 4 1/2 years of age, I was too shy to tell the teacher that I had to go to the bathroom and ended up crapping my pants.  Mum had to come and collect me from school and take me home to get cleaned up and changed. 

4) I used to like taking a bath with my dad because the water was deeper with him in the tub as well. 

5) In the UK, May Day is a huge deal.  We used to have a fete every year in the field down the road from us, and we had a May Pole that we used to dance around.  One year I was crowned 'Queen Of The May', and I got my photo in the local paper.  Nothing embarrasing about that, huh?  Not until I tell you what i was wearing.  I had started out wanting to wear this dress that I had picked out.  It was really pretty, short sleeved and knee length and a gorgeous blue color.  Unfortunately, it was really cold that year, and mum made me wear a turtleneck sweater underneath it and thick woolly black tights with sensible lace up boots.  That looked really nice as I was dancing around the May Pole with my crown of flowers on my head, I can tell you.  It also made me look like a right twat in the local paper.  I know that mum was only doing what she thought was best for me, but it was probably one of the most embarrasing things ever.

Hmm...who shall I tag now?  I think that Little-Whip, Moderateman and Trudy should be 'it' now!