Garage Door

Describe your experiences with Garage Doors!

This is actually a great writing topic. It brought back stuff I hadn't remembered in ages.

My parents have an automatic garage door. You press the button, and the door goes down. My dad used to run in and press the button, and then run out of the garage as the doors went down. My mother always had a conniption "Marty! You'll get your head chopped off!" and he always made it out in time. So when we were big enough, my sister and I pulled the same trick. And no one's ever gotten chopped up by the garage door.

I also remember this dumb, dumb, dumb kid who lived down the street from me. My friend Lindsey and I used to go down to his house and tease him and his brother until they started chasing us. And we always ran straight into my garage, and pushed the button. And they always got there just as the doors went down.

If this sounds mean, I'd like to add that this kid is now living in Schenectady with his girlfriend. Whom he hits.

Jessica

Allright. I'm sort of wary about this. I knew it was dangerous, but I used to play with my brother and Scott on our garage door. One of us would stand just inside the garage, and one of us would hit the button to open it, and as it passed, we'd grab on to the bottom, and we would ride it up as far as we could. naughty? yes. fun? hell yeah! (oh- and the third person? their job was to watch out the door and make sure the parentals didn't come out and catch us) -JessicaSkater

oo oo, me first! a while ago when I was not-young-enough-to-be-an-excuse I got it in my head that my garage door was it's own person, and I really got attatched to it. I'd sneak down every night and read it bedtime stories perched on a bucket, and I used to "take it for walks" (carefully lift it up and down, describing the scenery to it) I don't know why I was so convinced it was real, but I really honestly believed in it. when I told my first sortof boyfriend about it he thought I was joking so I pretended I was, but as soon as I got home I locked myself in the garage and started sobbing and appologizing to the door and didn't come out utnil the next day :) -Miranda

when I was little I'd go to my grandparents house. The button for the garage door was hidden under a pile of stuff so I didn't know it was there for several years. I would say the 'magic word', supercalifragalisticexpialidotious, my grandma would press the button without my noticing, and up the garage door would grow. A bit of everyday magic...

We got new garage doors recently. And I have to open and close them every time I go bike riding. Nasty stuff collects at the bottom rubber bit. - Emma

Three years ago my family had this cat named Liberty. She was the first cat we ever had. She was a really beautiful cat and we loved her dearly. She'd been with us for almost 4 years at this point...

One day she was crushed by a garage door.

-Zen