ashamed and ashamed

I think that I have never thought in this before, I mean, all the time after dinner I listen my grandmother telling stories about me and my brothers when we were children...so here we go

The first one that my mom always says is “you liked run around all the house just with diapers and dance up to the bed" I don´t know why but when she said it I feel a little ashamed,  another one is that my grandmother live in south, so all holidays I go there, so their have a dog a big one, and I was so little, so that dog was my best friend,  I put him my socks, I literally take off my socks and put to him with my shoes (I don’t know if this is something ashamed but wherever).

I think that another history is that I studied close to Santa Ana, that park is so full of teenagers always and one day a stupid pigeon hit me in the face, was so ashamed to be honest, or once into the bus, there was a really cute boy and I have to go down but the bus was so full so basically he saw me hitting and pushing all the people cause I had to go down, I remember that I felt ashamed but after I just laughed