Interstellar Adventures

September 30, 2005

And then there was the time…

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 12:48 pm

I had to refer back to Your Questions for a topic for today’s post.

Indigo asked: Let’s hear a story from your childhood, anything totally embarrassing you did as a kid that you thought for sure you could get away with?????

Ah, my formative years. I was a rather sheltered child. My dad was a doctor, my mom a stay-at-home mom. There were strict rules about who I could go out with, you know the ‘We want to know who, where, why, what and how.’ for every movement I made. I had a few close friends, rather four to be exact. Heather, Jill, Leigh Ann & Becky. I was closer to Heather and Jill. I spent just about all my free time between third grade and my senior year in high school with Heather, and the others would rotate in and out. Heather’s parents were even more strict than mine, and so were Jill’s. Very religious and all that.

One weekend, we plotted our ‘night out’. It was my brother’s 9th birthday, and I didn’t want to be anywhere near the house with him and all his little baseball friends having a birthday party. Jill wanted to hang out with her boyfriend that she wasn’t allowed to see. Our grand plan? We would tell our parents that we were spending the night at each other’s house, when in reality, we would stay out all night long! How stupid can a couple of 15 year old girls be!

We met up at the mall. Each of our respective parents dropped us off, thinking the other parent would be picking us up a couple of hours later. Little did they know. We walked around the mall for a little bit, then back through the neighborhood to her boyfriend’s house. Chris and his friend Don Eric came out with a six pack of Lone Star Light, and we headed for the local elementary school playground. I had known Don Eric since first grade, and he was kind of a dork. Jill and Chris had transferred in during Jr. High School. So, we’re at the playground, drinking the crappiest beer made on earth. Chris and Jill are making out over by the slide or something. And there I am, trying to make conversation with Don Eric. I think he had been drinking a lot that night, because he starts trying to make out with me. Uh, no thank you. I was totally not going to make out with this dork!

I finally got Jill’s attention and made it clear that we needed to head out, so we started walking back towards Chris’ house. When we got there, we were hanging out by his garage, just talking and listening to some music. By this time I don’t even think it was 10 pm. Chris’ step-mom comes walking out the back door and looked at Jill and said ‘Your dad’s looking for you. You two better scoot.’. Uh-oh. Something in our ingenious plan had gone wrong! We decided to go to her house, and as we walked, we thought up our cover story.

We got back to her place, and her dad was soooo mad. We tried with the cover story of ‘Well, we changed our minds about where we were going to stay, and we went to see a movie, and we just got out.’ Yeah, that didn’t fly. He griped at Jill until she was in tears, and I was scared out of my wits too. Then he put me in the car and drove me back to my house. I was never more fearful of going home.

Once I was inside, I was glad that my dad was out of town. My mom had obviously been crying, and was alternating between ‘Thank God my baby’s home.’ and ‘You’re so lucky I don’t kill you myself.’. I tried to play it cool like ‘Oh you’re making a bigger deal out of this than it is.’, but that wasn’t working very well for me. I ended up being grounded from everything for the rest of the school year, which ended up being about six weeks. I could go to school, swim practice and ballet, but other than that, no phone, no TV, no movies, no friends, no nothing. Straight home and into my room until dinner, then after dinner, straight back to my room.

The really embarassing part though? As if getting caught wasn’t enough, my mom has to heap more embarassment out on me. In my room I had a big poster-sized laminated board that I could write on with those dry-erase markers. All of my friends names and phone numbers were written on that board. Along with anyone that I had ever met even once, and happened to get their number. My mom called every single person on that list asking if they knew where I was. Some people didn’t even remember me. Others were ‘Gosh, no ma’am. We hope she’s OK.’. Because of course my mom was in tears while making these calls and trying to find me. So, every time I saw any of these people over the next couple of weeks, I got the ‘What the heck happened that night?’ question. Trying to explain how Jill and I were really bad liars was excruciatingly embarassing.

And how did we get caught you wonder? Well, turns out that Jill’s dad called my mom and said ‘What time should I pick Jill up tomorrow?’. My mom responded with ‘What do you mean, the girls are spending the night at your house.’. The jig was up at that moment. They looked for us for two hours before Chris’ step-mom talked to us.

I had been caught doing stupid things before, but that was probably the biggest one. At that time, I resolved that I wasn’t ever going to try to break the rules again, because no matter what, I always, always, always got caught. I never ever got away with a ‘stunt’, as my dad like to call them. So, for the rest of my high school years, I only went where I said I was going, hung out with who I said I was going to hang out with, and called if I changed plans or moved locations. Yeah, I didn’t have a lot of dates.

Well, except for that one New Year’s…

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