So we had this dog growing up, a golden retriever named Goldie. We were real original with our pet names. Anyway, so about the time I was in 6th or 7th grade, she got pregnant by the neighborhood dogs and had a litter of puppies. We gave them away to various friends. After we gave away her puppies, she became an escape artist. Dad got calls from all over town asking him to pick up his dog. She even disappeared for a whole month and some family friends found her on their property across town and brought her back.
So about 8th grade, mom and stepdad moved into a house 2 blocks from dad's house. Our dog went back and forth with us, but she was primarily at dad's house. We could tell her "go home Goldie" and she would go to her kennel at dad's house. One day, it was starting to rain, and I didn't want to walk her to my dad's house in the rain, so I told her to go home, and closed the door to my mom's house on her (I know, I'm terrible). I never saw her again. I was in hysterics when my dad told me she ran away. I felt soooo guilty, I was a horrible person, I should have walked her home.
A couple years ago, it comes out that my dad gave her away (didn't want to deal with her escaping anymore) and just told us she ran away. I was horrified. I was like Dad! I've been carrying around this guilt for YEARS and she had made it home anyway and you lied to me? Ugh.
My parents used to let us roam free in our neighbourhood when I was like 6. One time I saw an envelope hanging on a door for the milk man, so I took it. It had $2 in it, and who knows wtf I was going to do with it because we were nowhere near a store, so I went to our little subdivision playground and buried the $2 bill. I guess one time I was feeling guilty, so I dug it up and told my friend that I had just found $2, and she was like "what? You don't just dig up money. You put that there didn't you?" And I lied and lied and insisted that I had randomly found it.
I got 2 speeding tickets in college while still on my parents insurance. I paid the tickets and never mentioned it to my parents. My dad never said anything and to this day I don't think they know about them.
I convinced my dad to let me fly from OH to SC for spring break to go to my BF's (now DH) military ball. I told him I'd be staying at his grandparents house, because I knew he'd never let me go and stay with BF. His grandparents lived about 2 hrs away so I lied and said they lived close to his college. I stayed with H in his apartment the entire week, and to this day my dad still thinks I stayed with his grandparents.
In fifth grade I stole $5 out of my mom's purse to pay a lost library book fine. I didn't want my parents to know I had lost it. My mom worked at home doing nails. She thought one of her clients took it. I came clean to her when I was about 22. She didn't speak to me for a week.
I worked at a golf course when I was in high school, and one day while driving the beer cart I backed into the brand new drive shed. No one saw, and I let the owner think it was her son, who was a little twerp.
I have a similar story to cville, but not as cool as Casey Kasem. I once called a local radio station to talk to Delilah (who at the time was not syndicated), lol, and got through! I used a fake name and a fake name for the guy I had a crush on, and she played it on air. I was 16. I wish I could remember the song I had dedicated to our star-crossed love.
Back in the AOL days, when I was like 12, I was talking to some boy and sent him a black and white picture of Jessica Simpson and told him it was me. The next day he was like "My friend said that's a Jessica Simpson picture you made black and white" and I was like I don't even know HOW to do that, and everyone says I look just like her, it really is me!
Ooo another one....Senior year in high school, my then BF (not DH) and I lived like 5 minutes apart. We used to sneak out and meet up all the time in the middle of the night, until his step dad caught him and told my parents the next day. My dad was furious and told me I was no longer allowed to talk to or see him. I continued to sneak around during the day and would go visit him at his work on his break, until we broke up a few months later.
When I was 16 I used to sneak out of the house all the time to go meet boys. My room was right next to my mom's and her room was right next to the driveway. I would wait for the A/C to kick on and would gently open the front door. Then I would push my car down the driveway and start it down the street. I did this until I graduated and I never got caught. Everyone wanted to spend the night at my house because we could actually go out late and not get into trouble.
So we had this dog growing up, a golden retriever named Goldie. We were real original with our pet names. Anyway, so about the time I was in 6th or 7th grade, she got pregnant by the neighborhood dogs and had a litter of puppies. We gave them away to various friends. After we gave away her puppies, she became an escape artist. Dad got calls from all over town asking him to pick up his dog. She even disappeared for a whole month and some family friends found her on their property across town and brought her back.
So about 8th grade, mom and stepdad moved into a house 2 blocks from dad's house. Our dog went back and forth with us, but she was primarily at dad's house. We could tell her "go home Goldie" and she would go to her kennel at dad's house. One day, it was starting to rain, and I didn't want to walk her to my dad's house in the rain, so I told her to go home, and closed the door to my mom's house on her (I know, I'm terrible). I never saw her again. I was in hysterics when my dad told me she ran away. I felt soooo guilty, I was a horrible person, I should have walked her home.
A couple years ago, it comes out that my dad gave her away (didn't want to deal with her escaping anymore) and just told us she ran away. I was horrified. I was like Dad! I've been carrying around this guilt for YEARS and she had made it home anyway and you lied to me? Ugh.
Post by spitforspat on Jul 3, 2014 15:30:26 GMT -5
In HS I worked for a laser tag place where people would pick a code name before playing. One time these teenage boys picked Chode and Chode Fuzz as their names. I didn't know what it meant.
Our manager got SO mad and I denied it back and forth. A few years ago we all got together again and I thought I was ready to confess. But when it came up I just denied it again. Wtf.
When I was in 7th grade I decided I wanted to try to steal something from 7-11. I walked out with 1 single airhead in my pocket. They were $.10. But I did it! LOL
Post by laceylaplante on Jul 3, 2014 16:07:04 GMT -5
I needed a pants person in a big way when I was 12. I was rollerblading and it was the worst kind of poop accident you could think of. I had to rollerblade home a half a mile. Horrifying. I can't believe I just shared my forever kept poop secret.
Post by karmasabiotch on Jul 3, 2014 17:03:23 GMT -5
I had a job that I supervised parents with their non custodial kids, who for what ever reason and every reason couldn't be alone with them. Ex BFF always asked me about what the different stories were. I would never tell her and she wouldn't stop asking. Finally I told her that someone she was really good friends with had a child and that he couldn't be alone with him. I told her that she didn't even know this person had a kid.
I totally made that up to drive her crazy. It's been like 16 years and she still asks me who it was and I break out my confidentiality speech. It still drives her crazy.
FI and I forged season ski passes when we were in college. We just wanted to go skiing for the day, and didn't want to pay, so we scanned in a friends (legit) pass, changed and pictures and text and went on our way. They checked them and we didn't get thrown out!
Also, before I got my license (I did have a permit), I drove my friends car (who was licensed) home. We lived on a rural road, so it wasn't like I was in traffic. My mom would have never let me get my license or drive again if she had found out and I know she'd STILL be pissed if I fessed up now.
When I was 12 I stole a bunch of lip gloss. One of them was the Dr. Pepper flavored kind and whenever Lucy Honeychurch mentions that that's her favorite, I get a knot in my stomach from the guilt.
I opened a "bank" when I was about 9 or 10 and collected deposits from each of my family members. Then I hid the deposits in my closet, waited until they forgot about the bank, and embezzled the funds.
Post by ProfessorArtNerd on Jul 3, 2014 17:37:35 GMT -5
The first set of diamond earrings DH ever bought me, I lost one. So I waited for a super sale at macys and bought another pair. Slightly bigger, cause go big or go home, amirite?
Post by simplyinpenguin on Jul 3, 2014 18:13:22 GMT -5
I was 7 years old and was surprising my parents with breakfast in bed (which consisted of badly burnt toast, runny eggs, and 2 cans of beer lol). I was grabbing the toast when I felt my hand get hot. I had set the PAPER TOWEL I had used to pull toast from a HOT toaster on fire and I freaked. I threw it at the garbage can. There were curtains above said garbage can. Even my sparse, 7 year old common sense knew that would be bad so I grabbed the flaming towel with my hand and put it in the sink and put it out. I burned my hand but I told my parents that I was just stupid for grabbing toast with my bare hand.
I came clean about it when I was 16 and my parents asked why I never made breakfast in bed for them after that point.
I was once was late for class at the local JC and hit a parked car when I was trying to park. I went in at a bad angle and hit their left rear bumper. There was some minor paint damage and I freaked out and drove off. I regret that I to this day that I was a huge pussy. I should have left a note.
I was a nosy kid and my dad was a hippy. He used to keep his special cigarette case a secret. I loved to find it and play with the beautiful pipes and leaves inside. The smell was amazing and every chance I got I was looking for it when he was away.
Once I became big enough to ride a bus to school (second grade) I would run to the back of the bus to smell what the big kids were smoking. It reminded me of home and I loved it.
Yup, it was pot. . The eight graders thought I was so funny. Thanks dad. <3
Post by knufflebunny on Jul 3, 2014 21:29:52 GMT -5
My BF (now H) and I were tossed out of an amusement park. We each had to pay a $5 fine, and were banned from the park for two weeks. A week later, my parents wanted to go to that park and take me with them. I had to come up with an excuse for not wanting to go.
In fifth grade I stole $5 out of my mom's purse to pay a lost library book fine. I didn't want my parents to know I had lost it. My mom worked at home doing nails. She thought one of her clients took it. I came clean to her when I was about 22. She didn't speak to me for a week.
That's my mom. She's not known for being reasonable, obviously. Which is why I couldn't tell her I lost a library book.
I went home for Thanksgiving and my mom and I were at the grocery store."...when I returned to my dorm, I told my roommate that when I was at the grocery store that the butcher at the grocery store was actually the lead singer from Mr. Mister. It took an afternoon of convincing her that no the lead singer of Mr. Mr. was a washed up rock star and now worked at my local grocery store. It's months later and I thought about died and she was talking to her best friend and said oh my god my roommate discovered that the lead singer of the mr. Mister is her local butcher and her hometown. I looked at her in disbelief. To which she responded what did I get the wrong grocery Store wrong?