Recently I asked some friends to share with me their first embarrassing memories. Please enjoy their stories below. 

Just kidding. It's funny that of all my embarrassing memories, my earliest is probably something only I remember.

My uncle and cousin picked me and Nahdia up from elementary school one warm, sunny day. My mum was always sending people to get us with no advanced warning. It's a wonder we never got abducted. 

On our way home Uncle Roger stopped an ice cream trolly to buy us a treat. Nahdia and I stayed in the car and my cousin brought back two ice creams. He handed me one and I opened it straightaway. Seconds later, he ran back and asked for the ice creams. I was befuddled. I believe to that point in my life, no one had ever handed me food with the expectation to get it back. I didn't know what to do. I gave him the precious, partly eaten ice cream (I don't think I licked it; my dad always told us to "bite" ice cream) and Nahdia handed hers out to him. A few minutes later my uncle and cousin came back to the car, handed me the repossessed ice cream, I don't know if Nahdia got another one, and we headed home. I thought I had done something terrible and I don't remember anyone trying to make me feel better about it either. I do remember thinking the whole world was staring at me and feeling like a major oinker.

My uncle stayed at the house a while to chat up my mum, but I hid out in my parents' room. I was mortified.

People have since learned that if I'm given something for me,  I will assume I can use it.

Primetime TV.