Georgia — I have one “bad” apron memory (although now it's more funny than bad). 

My grandmother was watching my brother, my cousins and me while our parents went to the river water skiing.  Grandma worked during the week, and she spent weekends cleaning, washing clothes and baking.  We were bored.  She put all of us outside and told us to find something to do.  So we found something…  There had been a recent storm, so we started beating the crap out of each other with  these big long sticks.  Grandma came out and said, “If you younguns don't stop that, something bad is going to happen to you!”  We stopped long enough for her to get back into the house.  It wasn't five minutes later that my brother grabbed what he thought was a big stick — but it was a black racer (a snake).  That thing turned on us — and Grandma said she has never in her life heard such screaming.  It chased us clear around that house!  Grandma said we were hysterical — and we all ran up on the porch in tears telling her we'd be good — we promised we'd be good.  Well, the screaming scared my grandmother to death — she thought we'd killed one of us.  So out she came — grabbed her trusty ping pong paddle out of one of her apron pockets and set each of our butts on fire!  She said we were “good” for the rest of the day!  We were double whammied — and we've never lived this one down.