The Writing Prompt I chose this week is : Write about a time you got in BIG trouble as a kid.
So. When I was a teenager... I think 16.. Yeah. I had my driver's license. Anyway. 16. My room was on the ground floor, which made it convenient to pop the screen off my window and climb out. Not that I ever would. Yeah, right.
It must have been the Summer just after I had turned 16, since I remember getting into an accident in the car and calling this boyfriend to come get me. So I was dating him them. It also means I was working at McDonald's. Ick. Working there makes your clothes, hair and skin smell and feel... disgusting. Anyway.
I snuck out of my bedroom window to spend the night with my boyfriend. Now, don't get the wrong idea here. All we did was talk and sleep. He was so terrified of getting a girl pregnant. He was convinced if he was even in the same room as a girl and got too excited, that his stuff would somehow shoot across the room, into her hoo-haw, and knock her up. So there wasvery little absolutely no hanky-panky. We mostly cuddled.
When I got home, my window wouldn't open, but that had happened before. So I knocked on my sister's window (right next door to mine) and she let me in. She cheerfully agreed to let me do her chores for a week in exchange for her silence. The little rat.
I snuck back into my room at dawn, with my family none-the-wiser. Safe!
Apparently not. Apparently I had shut the cat into my bedroom when I went to bed and he yowled and howled and woke up pretty much everybody. My sister. My mom. My dad. My brother. Possibly even my youngest sister. And they came to free him... and found me mysteriously missing.
O ho ho. But my sneaky mom. She just sat there later that day asking if I had anything to tell her. "Who, me? No. Why? What?" My mom explained how they knew I had been gone all night. D'OH. My slimeball sister danced and cackled like a little imp, delighted in my troubles. Oh. And I still had to do her stinking chores.
I can't even remember how long I was grounded for. And [other than sneaking out] I hadn't even done anything. Well, anything worth getting into trouble for, if you know what I mean.
Ah well. It probably makes up for all the times I hadn't gotten caught!
Oh. And I am totally deleting this post once my child learns how to read.
So. When I was a teenager... I think 16.. Yeah. I had my driver's license. Anyway. 16. My room was on the ground floor, which made it convenient to pop the screen off my window and climb out. Not that I ever would. Yeah, right.
It must have been the Summer just after I had turned 16, since I remember getting into an accident in the car and calling this boyfriend to come get me. So I was dating him them. It also means I was working at McDonald's. Ick. Working there makes your clothes, hair and skin smell and feel... disgusting. Anyway.
I snuck out of my bedroom window to spend the night with my boyfriend. Now, don't get the wrong idea here. All we did was talk and sleep. He was so terrified of getting a girl pregnant. He was convinced if he was even in the same room as a girl and got too excited, that his stuff would somehow shoot across the room, into her hoo-haw, and knock her up. So there was
When I got home, my window wouldn't open, but that had happened before. So I knocked on my sister's window (right next door to mine) and she let me in. She cheerfully agreed to let me do her chores for a week in exchange for her silence. The little rat.
I snuck back into my room at dawn, with my family none-the-wiser. Safe!
Apparently not. Apparently I had shut the cat into my bedroom when I went to bed and he yowled and howled and woke up pretty much everybody. My sister. My mom. My dad. My brother. Possibly even my youngest sister. And they came to free him... and found me mysteriously missing.
O ho ho. But my sneaky mom. She just sat there later that day asking if I had anything to tell her. "Who, me? No. Why? What?" My mom explained how they knew I had been gone all night. D'OH. My slimeball sister danced and cackled like a little imp, delighted in my troubles. Oh. And I still had to do her stinking chores.
I can't even remember how long I was grounded for. And [other than sneaking out] I hadn't even done anything. Well, anything worth getting into trouble for, if you know what I mean.
Ah well. It probably makes up for all the times I hadn't gotten caught!
Oh. And I am totally deleting this post once my child learns how to read.
Oh no! Busted! Yeah - definitely don't forget to delete this post once your children can read!!
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