there have been so many... I still lie to my parents and haven't lived at home since i was 17... there's just stuff that's not their business and a lie is easier... (my mother would do great as a CIA interregator... not answeing isn't a good option with her - a lie is easier)
Let's see - I was 15 or 16 and on restriction for something - probably mouthing off to my mother... I was living in Connecticut about an hour outside of NYC by train... myself and 2 friends had tickets to go see the Grateful Dead in NYC.. I must have been 15 becuase i didn't drive...
I snuck out of the house to go to the concert... HAD A BLAST... caught the last train home with my friends and was gonna get back in the house the same way I went out... The trellis that went from the garage to the roof (it was 3 stories...) half way up, I lost my balance and fell... hard....
I climbed back up again.. and managed to get to bed.. and thought I got away with it..,
I woke up the next morning, and my ankle was the size of Cleveland... I couldn't walk on it - it was black andblue and totally swollen... Umm - How do I explain this.. so I hobbled out my door, and flung myself downt he stairs.. and then screamed in pain.. mommy I broke my ankle!!!
Land speed record for swelling...
I went to the hospital had it set and the doctor couldn't figure out why it had swelled up that quickly- gee doc - I don't know...
Bats eyes innocently... ( i really wasn't abad kid, never did drugs, never drank.. i was just mouthy and rebellious...
I got away with it-
A few years ago, my ankle came up in a conversation... and I started laughing and made the confession... My father was ready to kill me because I could have broken my neck - my mother was readyto ground me again...
Then there was the party I had when I was home - on restriction again - when my sister was visiting colleges withmy parents and the police showed up.. I may confess that one sooner or later