I kept trying to answer this last night. I really can not come up with a single thing I did as a kid that makes me wonder how I was not sent to a boarding school. Although I am not submitting my name for sainthood just yet, I must say I was a pretty mellow adolescent. Here are a few quick stories my parents routinely failed to write about in the annual Christmas card.
1. About the age of ten, I stole a handful of quarters out of the change drawer in my parents bed room. It was bowling league night for my parents and that meant several hours in the cheapest arcade room on the planet. I stuffed several dollars worth of those shiny slugs in my sock and made my way to the car. looking back, I really should have watched a few more A-team episodes and planned my heist out on paper. Those damn quarters make a lot of noise! BUSTED
2. Getting the recipe for napalm in the seventh grade is like giving a diabetic a gift certificate to Krispy Kreme. Get out of the way and cover your eyes. To the parents of Ricky and Randy Brannon....I am sorry for burning a huge patch out of your back yard and melting a tool box. It's not my fault that Styrofoam party cups and gasoline were easily accessible for 3 kids in summer school.
Other than wearing the toes out of a dozen school shoes, losing at least 2 jackets a year and spilling a bowl of corn flakes in the computer, I would say I was half way decent!
until next time.......washer fluid only does not mean fill with water from the hose!
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What about the 32 car accidents you got in??
Let's define kid. I am assuming you mean under the age of 10.
--Busted the fish tank with a candle. Living room got swamped but the cat didn't seem to mind.
--Rode my bike in the "grumpy old ladies" garage and busted an "irreplaceable pot". It took me two years to pay for that irreplaceable pot.
--Busted open a spray paint can with a hatchet because I wanted the little ball inside. It was near Halloween so I had no need for face paint that year.
--Threw a ketchup bottle at my brother and gave him stitches. In those days they were not plastic folks. To this day we both agree he deserved it.
Theres more but I'll just stop here.
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