The summer after we graduated high school and had all turned 18, my friends and I - three girls, three guys - took a long weekend trip together. We told my parents, who were very strict, that we were going camping, with one tent for the guys and another for the girls.
In reality, we drove across the state and crossed the border into Canada, where we spent the weekend going to casinos and drinking alcohol in our hotel suite. I will never tell.
The summer after we graduated high school and had all turned 18, my friends and I - three girls, three guys - took a long weekend trip together. We told my parents, who were very strict, that we were going camping, with one tent for the guys and another for the girls.
In reality, we drove across the state and crossed the border into Canada, where we spent the weekend going to casinos and drinking alcohol in our hotel suite. I will never tell.
I went "camping" a lot in high school, lol. We never crossed any international borders, but there was similar drinking and various activities of which my parents would not have approved. I'm convinced they knew what I was really doing, but I thought I was so smooth at the time.
The summer after we graduated high school and had all turned 18, my friends and I - three girls, three guys - took a long weekend trip together. We told my parents, who were very strict, that we were going camping, with one tent for the guys and another for the girls.
In reality, we drove across the state and crossed the border into Canada, where we spent the weekend going to casinos and drinking alcohol in our hotel suite. I will never tell.
I went "camping" a lot in high school, lol. We never crossed any international borders, but there was similar drinking and various activities of which my parents would not have approved. I'm convinced they knew what I was really doing, but I thought I was so smooth at the time.
And here I thought that we were brilliant for coming up with that cover-up... Going to Canada was the only way we could figure out how to obtain the alcohol! LOL, and we even had to wait until August of that summer for the youngest of the group to turn 18, so that everyone would be legal in Canada. We were such responsible rule-breakers.
The worst was we had 2 dat finals for English class in which we had to write a paper. I would get the topic, do a half ass outline and rough draft, taking the real outline home. I would write a semi rough draft of the final at home using the notes from the book or whatever and then sneak it in the next day with the extra paper and write my final. Straight a every year. Besides this, my parents usually figured out my tricks. They figured out that there was no parental supervision at my bffs so that partying with her older hot step brother and his hot friends came to a quick and bitter end.
After reading a lot of these, I may just need to keep my teenager on a very short leash the next few years lol.
In 4th grade I wrote a note as another person (a friend I was mad at) to me about another friend. I purposefully dropped it on the ground near the friend talked in the note about thinking she'd read it & be mad at the other friend. Instead the teacher found it...and well the person who "wrote" it denied it (rightfully because it wasn't her)...and no one would confess....including me. It was quite the drama. I was a devious little shit. FTR I am still friends with these people 30yrs later...not sure I ever told them I was behind that fiasco. Lol
The summer before my senior year my bff at the time (who was 2 years older, I was 17) was engaged to one of our really good friends and he was in Texas going through basic training for the Air Force. His mom, bff and myself were going to go to his graduation. We are in MI btw. We were young stupid and broke and bought Greyhound tickets! We were leaving Wednesday or Thursday I can't remember which, his mom was flying in Friday and picking us up from the bus station. Our parents had talked to his mom everything was confirmed we were good to go. The week before we were supposed to leave something came up at her work and she cancelled her trip. We did not cancel our trip and didn't tell our parents that she wasn't going anymore. We got to San Antonio and drove around for god knows how long in a cab looking for a hotel. We ended up back at the bus station and slept there. The night guard kind of roped off a section for us so we could sleep and he ended up driving us to the base the next morning. We met up with the fi and ended up at the Hilton downtown on the Riverwalk and had an absolute blast but god looking back at how stupid we were! So many things could have happened to us. We were young and stupid and incredibly lucky! One of the best trips I can remember taking though! So many memories!
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.
We used to go to this pizza place in town all the time. (Chain not privately owned)
I found a pin in the floor and being a dumb 5 year old, I wanted to save it to play with later, so I put it on my slice if pizza. I promptly forgot about it because I was 5. As I go to take a bite, my mom starts yelling at me not to eat the pizza. She sees the pin from across the table and is screaming like a lunatic in the managers face. Manager gives my mom stacks of free pizza certificates and a bunch of other shit to shut her up. I of course keep my mouth shut because I don't want to get in trouble. It was in the 80s during the height of pins in apples and all that other exciting stuff.
We were on a coaster, and on the up hill, we peeled off the newly applied sign that said you must keep your hands in the car at all times, with the intention of keeping it. Of course, we didn't think about camera, and as soon as we got off the ride they pulled us to the side and took us to security.
I was a mess, lol, because i am such a RULE FOLLOWER. My parents never found out. We told my in-laws a few years ago.
My mom was an avid reader of romance novels (the RED ones - extra hot!). She would hide them under her bed. Around 5th grade or so I started sneaking into their room when they weren't home and reading the dirty parts and then re-hiding them under her bed. I used it as inspiration to write my own horrible (illustrated!) pornographic novellas in secret in my room and then I hid them under my mattress for years. I finally ripped them into teeny tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet sometime in middle school or high school.
eta: My protagonist was a 20-something year old named Molly who had the most gigantic boobs on earth. Like two giant yoga balance balls. She liked to wear tight shirts but somehow her boobs always popped out at inopportune times and some hot dude who happened to be around wherever she was would notice and then they'd fuck for awhile. She also wore really short short skirts and her vagina kept falling out and landing on massive cocks.
I failed my driver's test the first time I took it. Only my parents and my XH and H know.
I hate driving.
I hate driving too. I nearly failed my test - in fact I think I only passed out of pity.
Me too. I failed parallel parking. Didn't knock over any cones but tried 3 times and couldn't do it. I was in the middle of the street, then on the curb, then kind of diagnol in the space. There were people waiting and the tester looked at me and just said, "We're going to move on now."
Still passed. Still can't parallel park. Don't care.
My nana made strawberry cake every year for my birthday because it was my favorite. When I was 6 chocolate became my favorite. I never told her because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. My mom was in on it, I think she thought it was sweet. I would literally jump up and down for strawberry cake to make it believable.
NANA on the other hand made this delicious roast when we would visit. I'd ask what's for dinner and she would say "meat". When I was a teen she started forgetting things and finally said " lamb". I burst into tears because I had been eating poor innocent delicious lambs for 15 years.
Post by ClosingTime08 on Jul 4, 2014 20:51:37 GMT -5
I spent my summers as a kid with my grandparents. At that time my uncle was still living at home but went out quite often. I would go up in his room to watch TV a lot. Well, I found his porn video collection...from then on when he wasn't home I said I was going upstairs to watch TV but I really watched all his porn. I was fascinated. No one still knows this lol
Post by juliagoulia on Jul 4, 2014 23:52:28 GMT -5
When I was 13 or 14, I fell and dislocated my hip. I had to have an ambulance come and take me to the hospital- was out of school for about a week- whole nine yards.
I told my parents that I jumped over a pile of clothes in my room and slipped and fell (I just got new wood floors put in my room so they were very slick).
But that was not true.
I was actually listening to music on my MP3 player (they basically just came out) and I was trying to dance all sexy in front of the mirror and I attempted like... A round-house kick? And THAT is how I slipped and fell. Hard.