Unfiltered Story #295561

(Back when VCRs were the way to record TV, my parents taught me to record my TV shows at a young age–probably four or five, as I was still in preschool. One of my favorite princess movies is set to show with a talk by the “real” princess, so I, of course, set the VCR to record with a fresh tape. Once the movie is over, I mark the side with the title–or at least I think I do. I can read a little, but my writing is much worse. To make matters worse, the title of the movie was in fancy script with lots of squiggles that I attempted to replicate. Because my writing is small and only on one side of the label, when my parents find the tape, they only think I’ve drawn on it. A few weeks later, I hear my parents arguing.)

Dad: You recorded over my football game.

Mom: I did?

Dad: Yes! I wrote the date on the side!

(I’m curious and come over to investigate. They continue arguing while I take a look at the tape. I see my scribble and instantly recognize my label, which sends me into tears.)

Dad: What’s wrong, [My Name]?

Me: You recorded over my movie!

(Both of my parents felt pretty bad after that and learned to understand that the “scribbles” were my attempts to label my own tapes.)