Everyone has at least one.
A story.
A story that they can’t live down.
A story that resurfaces at every family gathering.
A story that’s infamous in its embarassment.
A story that no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to shake.
Everyone has one.
Even me.
It was the summer of 1985. I was entering my sophomore year. I lived in a little town in upstate New York, a suburb of Syracuse. Jenny was my BFF. She and I had both moved to Manlius during our awkward middle school years. From day one we were inseparable.
Sleepovers were a common occurrence in my growing up years. This summer was no exception. A typical sleepover evening would consist of eating Pizza flavored Combos and peanut M&Ms and drinking lots of Mountain Dew. Sometimes we listened to music and danced around like teenage girls. Prank calling our friends wasn’t unheard of. On one occasion I recall tape recording ourselves singing along to John Cougar Mellencamp’s “Jack and Diane”.
On this particular night we were staying over at Jenny’s house. And apparently the typical sleepover activities weren’t enough to peak our interest because we hatched a plan, the execution of which would go down in (our) history as the dumbest, most moronic thing we ever did as kids.
It was a slow night in our sleepy little town. We were bored. We called some of our friends. Who just happened to be boys. And who just happened to be bored too. We must have just happened to be hungry (after all those Combos and M&Ms) because we agreed to meet these boys at the Burger King just after midnight. Now let me emphasize, for the sakes of our mothers and our daughters, we had no other intentions than to have a couple of fries and hang out with our friends. I was in the midst of a long distance letter writing campaign with my first real love and Jenny… just had a hankering for a strawberry milkshake.
Since neither of us had a driver’s license, or the guts to “borrow” a car, or access to said car, we were left with our own two feet. This wouldn’t have been a problem had we been close to Burger King. But as it was, we were in the next town and had about 2 1/2 miles to walk. Apparently this didn’t deter us. After we thought Jenny’s parents were good and tucked in for the night, we snuck downstairs, past the golden retriever, and out the back door into the cricket-filled summer night.
From Jenny’s house after a quick turn down Salt Springs Rd. it was a pretty straight shot down Duguld to town. If you’ve ever been to upsate New York, you know “densely forested” describes it well. Without many street lights, we were left to “feel” our way down the road. I think our paranoia antennae was on overload because at the slightest sound of a car engine, we jumped off the road and into the bushes. All the Mountain Dew didn’t help either. We kept creating scenarios of what would happen if we got caught. I remember the terms “so dead” and “so grounded” well.
We finally made it into town and to our designated meeting spot, Burger King. But, no fries or shakes were to be had because, apparently, Burger King did not remain open all night. I guess it never dawned on our 15 year-old brains that the world would not be waiting up for us at all hours of the early morning to cater to our 15 year-old whims.
So, with just two 15 year-old boys with two BMX bikes and no place for a burger, we were left with just one option. We proceeded to hop on the backs of those bikes with those two boys and ride around the town. Well, even though our little town was not waiting up for us at all hours of the early morning to cater to our 15 year-old whims, there was somebody else willing to. The Town of Manlius Police Department. What our 15 year-old brains were not aware of was that our town had a curfew. All kids were to be home and anxiously engaged in something productive after 11 PM. Even on weekends.
By this time it was well after midnight and we were anxiously engaged in some very nonproductive tandem bike riding. Our late night escapades were cut short at the first sign of flashing red lights approaching from behind. Jenny and her tandem partner did what any good sane citizen should do. They stopped and got off their bike. My partner and I, on the other hand, must have still been sporting our paranoia antennaes because, instead of stopping, we shot off into the night on a mission to “outrun the law”.
This is where the story gets a little hazy on my part. When I “put it all behind me” I blocked out much of the “running from the law” part. I do know that at one point we ditched the bike and began a foot chase. Foot chase meaning he and I were running around willy-nilly with no plan or distination in mind. I don’t think the policeman ever got out of his vehicle to pursue us. I found out later that Jenny was in the squad car with the policeman offering her best guesses as to where we might have run. They drove around slowly together for close to an hour while I ran my rear off trying to escape whatever trouble I was destined to be in.
The chase ended when I saw the squad car sitting at the side of the road and I “gave myself up” because I was just too darned tired of running and wanted to go to bed. ( Maybe that’s why, to this day, I hate running so much) I reluctantly slid in next to Jenny and we proceeded to try our hand at “sweet talking” the officer into not telling our parents about this little incident. Yes, our 15 year-old brains thought we had a chance at this.
As we pulled into Jenny’s driveway, the officer said to her, “kindly wake up your parents and ask them to come down and speak to me”. WHAT!?! He wanted Jenny to do the dirty work? Didn’t he want to bang on the door and have them open it to the dramatic scene of their teenage daughter and her best friend in the custody of the local police in the wee hours of the morning, just like in the movies? Nope. Jenny reluctantly interrupted her snoozing parents and gave them a quick summary of our sequence of stupidity and invited them to converse with the kind officer.
Needless to say, both of our parents were … shall we say… livid! Those scenarios that we created earlier while traveling down Duguld Road were realized. I can’t remember what fate belied Jenny, but my hopes of sleeping over, hanging out, phone calling or any other form of socializing were put on hold for an entire month.
My 15 year-old brain learned some very valuable lessons that night.
- Manlius, New York has a strict police-enforced curfew
- Burger King isn’t open after midnight
- Sneaking out requires careful planning and thorough research
- Police officers are impossible to sweet talk
- Parents have a hard time seeing the humor in some things
My now 38 year-old brain is now realizing some things from that night:
- All homes with 15 year-old girls should be armed with an alarm system
- As the parent of a teenage girl, I’m not a big fan of the “sleepover”
- My parents were more lenient than I would be in the same situation
- Mountain Dew does not mix well with 15 year-old brains
- Memories like these are priceless
- So are childhood friendships
That’s too funny! I work with punk kids just like you, you little hellion! 🙂
There are just too many to count! ha ha. Funny! Where is that first picture? I need to go back there and see how it looks now. I wonder if it looks the same???
XOXOXO
Jen
Equally stupid…I snuck out with a friend during a sleepover to spraypaint the big rock at the mouth of the canyon. There were bad influences, guys, Big Gulps, INX lyrics involved. It ended with an angry dad parked in front of my friend’s house. And a whole lot of groundedness.
oh boy.. my story has way to many similarities to yours…
15 yrs old..
boys (in cars not bikes though)…
cops…
and being somewhere we weren’t supposed to be.
Long story short.. we went to this place called ‘hobbit land’ in salt lake where supposedly the houses were built with tiny doors and windows. Well apparently the residents of those tiny houses weren’t to keen on teenagers driving by all the time (we apparently weren’t the first) and called the cops on us. (ok.. so it was a private road.) I had to give the police my name and phone number (why I didn’t just make it up I don’t know) They said they would be calling my parents within the hour. When I got home I carefully took the phone off the hook.. I was being thoughtful. Why wake my parents up in the middle of the night with bad news? I would wait until morning to plead my case. Unfortunately Shally got home after I did and put the phone back on the hook. Needless to say both my parents and I got a rude awakening in the middle of the night. Sigh… thinking back and being a parent now I got off WAY to easy! I still made it to my best friends birthday party the next day.
One time (14) I was going to sneak out with the neighbor boys and my best friend but I fell asleep. They snuck into my room to wake me up, but apparently all I could say was, “I forgot to take my bra off…” and then I proceeded to pull it out of my shirt.
It sounds like many of us have similar stories. I’ll tell you mine someday. Just remember this when the same scenario occurs with Maddy. 🙂 (oh, and you know it will).
Loved that story, but I am not sure I can come up with something as good. I didn’t test the waters of freedom until I was closer to 16-17 and none of it was illegal, just some big time fibbing.
Great memories…I have a lot of them! What made me smile is that you lived in Manlius. I live right outside of Utica, NY. Have been through Manlius many times!
I snuck out when I was 10 to play spin-the-bottle. Let’s just say my friend at the time was not the best influence on me…. I remember going home and feeling SOOOO guilty, cuz I had kissed someone before I was 16 and that was totally against the rules.
Wendy, Sauquoit is the next town over from me!! I always say the world gets smaller all the time.
You have a lovely blog and a beautiful family!
Wendy, That was fun to read and I do remember being awakened by the police call! What I didn’t know was that you met guys!!! You did get off way too easy. Has Maddy read this? I hope it doesn’t come around to you:)
You know, the Burger King here is open 24 hours …
Anyway, when are you and Ralf going to ride over to the Casa Mexico? he will take you on the back of his bike.
Man!..I loved reading your story! You are good. I was so captivated with your story. I’m sure I have tons of stories to contribute, I just don’t know which one. Please…continue with your talent. 🙂
And Mom says I was the problem child!
I know Maddy will never get away with anything like that! But I bet she will try!
Oh, this story was great! It made me laugh out loud several times! Gotta love those teenage lessons learned. I wish I could join in the fun and share a story of my own, but it is waaaay past my bedtime! Oh, wait, it’s not even Monday. See, I told you I was tired!
My story that re-surfaces EVERY re-union doesn’t involve the law but just reinforces the statement my high school Calculus teacher made after 2 months in her class – coming after my genius brother is hard at times – she commented, “Well, I guess brothers can be different…”.
OK, my Dad is a rocket scientist and I’m expected to know or figure out how to do anything. In my eagerness to please I resolved to “fix” the bathroom tub/shower that suddenly was clogged. No problem. There’s a rooter rooter thingy in the shed of the duplex I’m renting from my folks, so I shove that down the shower drain – nothing, solid, hmm.
Couple days go by because my wife and I are busy with college tests, working, etc, so we start showering at the neighbors.
I analyze the piping, figure out which portions are working, which are not and trace it to the bathroom piping. This analysis took me often into the black-widow infested crawl space – nice.
Alright, I’ll change the bathroom piping under the house. I find the right stuff, crawl through the crawl space yet again and change the piping. Sweet, I can do this … but the tub STILL won’t drain.
2 weeks have gone by at this point and showing at the neighbors is getting really old.
OK, I surrender and call the plumber. The guy comes out with his apprentice (yeah thanks) and sends him in the bathroom to assess the tub drainage problem. I offer him my extensive insight into the house plumbing as he casually walks over to the tub, flips the DRAIN switch and watches all the water drain out… “Um, I found your problem…”
“What the …”. Now listen, we used the tub as a SHOWER and I never touched the DRAIN switch – I didn’t even know we had one – obviously!
Luckily that only cost me $10 from the apprentice, but my family has gotten much more out of it than that.
Lessons: 1) Don’t assume anything and 2) communicate with your wife a little more frequently… Lorena says, “oh yea, I remember flipping that to clean the tub…” – nice. Isn’t it illegal to have 2 people like us married?
Oh my gosh, what a crazy story! I didn’t really get a chance to do anything too crazy as a teen…we lived in the middle of nowhere so “fun” was jumping on hay bales … lol!!
Ok, I realize this is a bit late in commenting, but I am laughing so hard. This is funny stuff. When you asked where in CT we live…only another fellow “Nutmegger” would know that there are places so dang rural in Fairfield County, that the same scene could have very well taken place here in my little town. Although my kids have all been (and remain) deathly afraid of the dark here. Not to mention the wildlife that plagues the roads at night. You know, nothing like trying to sneak back into the house after being sprayed by a skunk!
We are in Fairfield County.
I always always snuck out with my cousin and we got chased by the police once, but never got caught. Thanks for sharing! Stopping by from SITS! Come and visit my blog and vote for me…I need all the help I can get!
My story? I don’t have kids,.. but I get calls from police officers all hours of the day and the night … working with child offenders,… If only the only crimes they are committing are riding around on bikes with boys/girls,…
But I love them all the same!
Happy SITs day!
OMGosh, I did that in 9th grade. I snuck out of the house to attend a HS football game. Although the game wasn’t closed when I got there, and Johnny Law didn’t track me down with the bloodhounds…. the outcome with my parents were the same.
I have 3 girls. I am sure to have an alarm system just b/c of this post.
Funny story and brilliant story-telling…I could almost picture you guys trying to outrun the police 😆
You seem to have a gift for writing too (personally I’m partial to your gorgeous pics).
Keep up the good work and I’ll keep coming back for more 🙂
I’m visiting from SITS. Thank you for the laughs!! As for my embarrassing moments… Some things are better left in the past. LOL
Oh this is a great story! We also did unthinkably naughty things at sleepovers, so I do not know if I will allow them when my kids are teens. And I also grew up in the 80’s – got to love the big hair. Greetings from South Africa.
GREAT story!!! Hahaha!
My 15 year old summer consisted of my best friend living with us while her Mom was away all summer. However…she lived up the street, so we would tell my parents we were ‘sleeping over’ at some friend or another’s house and then we’d go have parties at her empty house.
Oh yes.
I think I’m lucky I survived my teenages without major injury.
I definitely did some dumb things.
How fun! I remember sneaking out too. But, I never got caught and as an adult I came clean to some very shocked parents. They thought I was a good girl;0)
OMG! That’s hilarious!
I’m sure I have lots of stories but the one that comes to mind is when I was in elementary school (under 11yrs- not sure exact age) my BFF and I tried walking home from swimming lessons at the Y. Only our houses were miles and miles and miles away (and uphill all the way). I think our parents were frantic too…a police officer found us and took us home. I honestly can’t remember what all happened…I just remember thinking that I was helping my parents out by walking home. Silly me! 🙂
I LOVED this story!!! Hilarious!! 🙂 Happy SITS Day!
I have a 15 year old daughter whose bedroom window leads out to the roof.
That would be the window that will be getting bars on it soon, and the roof that I intend to full coat with vaseline and barbed wire.
you were very brave to try to outrun the law 😉
Visting from SITS! I was a pretty boring teenager, but I do remember one particular Halloween party that was called off when the parents of the host caught wind of it.
Most of my stories at that age revolve around the extreems we used to go to when trying to sneak to watch MTV (evil in our houses), or laying out in the sun until we turned a lovely shade of red then going to church and giggling in the balcony until we were turned loose in town for a few hours of pizza-eating and walking around. Oh, the days…
Happy sits 🙂
The story is about as classic as your hair. Love it! I had an old creaky house you couldn’t sneak out of, but one of my friends didn’t (lol). Once was enough for me…
As a former teenager, that is hilarious. As a parent of a teenager, that is horrifying!
Enjoy your SITS day!
That’s funny! You are the exact same age as me. I can’t remember doing anything other than getting home later from a concert than I should and knocking on my sister’s window because I forgot my key only to have my mother open it! Enjoy your SITS day!
How funny is that? What a great story. I remember one summer day my best friend and i decided to tie our matchbox cars to a fishing line, douse them with lysol, light them, and then fling them over the power lines and the roof of my house. We were 14 and the sight of those little flaming cars flying through the air was just about the coolest thing until a neighbor called my mother. The one thing I learned was that Lysol was very flammable.
Great story.
I have many stories…….
Congrats on being FB
At about the same age, I and two friends decided it would be great fun to stay out all night. We told each of our parents that we were sleeping over at the others house. Where in fact, all three of us weren’t sleeping anywhere, and much like Manlius, New York; Webster Groves, Missouri (and it’s surrounding communities) shuts down after 9:00pm. I won’t go into the details here, but suffice it to say it was a v-e-r-y l-o-n-g night and one that could have ended bad…..but we were very lucky.
Great story! And, what a fantastic vivid memory you have! I wish mine was that good. Happy SITS!
Oh the things we did when we were teens. I have moments that I think back on and wonder what I had of been thinking at the time. Stopping by from SITS. Great post.
Oh my word, that was a good story!! (and yes, everyone has one!!) ;o)
We have done a lot of ruthless stuff in that era. We used to go to the top of the water tower and tape and I mean tape with duct tape gobs of crap on it. Beer Bottles, soda cans, anything we could find in the garbage.
The next day we could see the Utility trucks out there and crews peeling it off. Funny at the time. I grew up and worked for them. LOL
Very funny. I wouldn’t even want to know how my parents would have reacted.
Very funny, although as my kids get closer to this age, my stories don’t seem as funny to me….
congrats on bing queen SITSa!!
Great story!!! Oh, I shudder to think what my kids will be up to when they’re 15! I remember sneaking out when I was supposed to be practicing piano (my parents played mah-jong, a loud,loud game with tons of friends, in the basement!!) and jumped into a car full of 16 year olds (all my friends had licenses) … to someone’s house to watch horror movies and play dirty word scrabble. Got back home by 1 AM but my parents were still partying downstairs, none the wiser.
It helps to have party animal parents!
Wendy.. What a great story! I’m having serious flashbacks.
Being a teen in the late 80’s were the greatest .. I wouldn’t change that for nothing. As a mother of a 15 year old now I never sleep.
Happy SITS Day!
Hugs,
Debbie
Darn, I should’ve rebelled more as a teenager!!! 🙂
That was a great story!
Too funny! I never got into trouble like that when I was younger. I almost wish I had though that is a pretty funny story. I guess mine would be a few weeks back when I loaned my car dvd player to a friend and she caught my Carmen Electra Strip Tease DVD inside. Not a friend I wanted knowing I ever tried that work out. Happy Sits day!
I lived in southern Louisiana. Er…if you’ve never been there, then you may not know that people lift their houses in order to keep from being flooded. Well, our house was lifted about five feet. We jumped down, but hell if we could jump back up. Lovely fun. By the way, we never did meet up with the boys that night.
this is such an awesome post!! MAN I wish I had been a teenager in the 80s instead of the 90s
This is hilarious! You are a fab storyteller! Happy SITS day! xoxo
Yeah, that would be hard to live down. I can’t imagine what you were thinking when you were running!
What a story!! But those are the best memories.
That is such a fun story. Nice walk down memory lane. Just stopping by from SITS to enjoy your blog 🙂
Oh my goodness, so glad to know I wasn’t the only one who did stupid stuff like that! 🙂
Great story!
I have so many of them….It’s hard to pick. I do remember me and my best friend walking down to a friends (boy) house while we were supposed to be babysitting my sister and we left her alone and my parents came home early. I was grounded for a month.
Hilarious. My family infamy stems from a really, REALLY dirty joke I told at Thanksgiving dinner when I was 11. I don’t think I’ll EVER live that one down.
And it’s not even worth re-telling it’s downright the most tasteless joke I’ve ever heard, but when the grownups asked, “Does anyone know a good joke?” I was all too eager to share one I’d found in a 101 X-Rated Jokes book in our spare bedroom.
Ah, the joys of childhood.
Hee, very funny 🙂
That’s funny! The only time I was ever escorted home by the police was the night I got a flat tire and no spare.
What a riot! Thanks for the laugh. Unfortunately I was a big ol’ nerd – guess I still am – so I have no daring and fun stories to share. Boring I know! Sorry! But happy SITS day to you 🙂
This was a great story, told so well. Hilarious.
I wish I was on the back of the BMX bike with ya, it would have been awesome!!
Happy FB day.
Memories…I lived in a small town with nothing much to do…so we created our own fun. Lots of escapades. Some of them didn’t work out in our favor…sure learned a lot of lessons the hard way. LOL
Loved reading your story. Happy SITS day!
That’s funny! Me and my best friend at that age were too scared to sneak out in the dark! lol
I can’t tell what I did like you have, because my mom reads my blog. (and I never got caught!)
BUT
I can tell you here. We did the same. Sleepy town. Sleepover. Sneaking out. Ran into the cops. Didn’t get caught because my best friend was friends with the cops. We rode around town in the cruiser, shooting the breeze. We bummed cigarettes off them. It was all fun and games.
Until the night we really needed them, but they were in the next town over, drinking coffe at an all-night donut shop.
(I swear to you, I am NOT making this up.)
too funny! happy sits day!
Ahhhh.. to be 15 again.. NOT! When I think of the things I conjured up as an adolscent, I kill myself knowing my children are going to come up with way more crazy things.
I once in middle school so be @ 13 (not a good year for me) skipped my afternoon classes, took the city bus to the end of my city to another school that my crush attended, and only to smile and say HI to him. I think these days we call that STALKING!! Crazy girl.
hehehehe…
Ahhhh.. to be 15 again.. NOT! When I think of the things I conjured up as an adolscent, I kill myself knowing my children are going to come up with way more crazy things.
I once in middle school so be @ 13 (not a good year for me) skipped my afternoon classes, took the city bus to the end of my city to another school that my crush attended, and only to smile and say HI to him. I think these days we call that STALKING!! Crazy girl.
hehehehe…
That IS a great story! When you mentioned “running from the law,” I was picturing that scene from “Raising Arizona,” where Nicholas Cage has just stolen a package of diapers from the convenience store and is running through all those backyards and right through other people’s houses. 🙂
That’s a good one! I’m sure I have a story… but thankfully have blocked it from my memory!!! 🙂
It’s a miracle we all survived puberty and adolescence… is it not?
That is so funny !!!!
Very cools story. I know we all have one, but I don’t think any of mine really involved police 🙂
Happy SiTS Day!
Me and my bestie snuck out and went to a party at age 14 over at a friends aunts guest house. Turns out he lied and it wasn’t his aunt’s guest house, the people that owned the guest house later reported a break in while they had been out of town, the house was finger printed and we were arrested for breaking and entering, along with everyone else who had set foot in there.
Happy SITS day!
Oh man, I just had some serious flashbacks to my own youth….I’ve done some things like that myself!! Isn’t it funny though to think back to stories like these and laugh at them now? Back then, it wasn’t so funny but now looking back, it seems hilarious. God forbid, our kids ever do stuff like that….now we know what our parents went through…LOL!
This is not funny to the mother of a 15 year old boy right now! LOL!
Wendy, what a great story! I was a teen of the 70’s and I thinking that any late night sneak out might have ended the same way.
I’m the mom to twin 15 year old girls…….I completely agree with the dislike of sleepovers and Mountain Dew…LOL.
Stopping by from SITS, you have a great blog!
Oh man, that is too funny! Luckily nothing too bad came of it!
Congratulations on being the SITS Featured Blogger today!!
hey, at least you didn’t have to walk all the way back home!!!! haha
What a great story. I wish kids these days did more harmless fun type things like this and less of the kind that can lead to real trouble. Happy SITS day!
I do have a lot, your story is funny. I decided to drive my Mom’s car one night so I could go down to the local store and get some cancer sticks for myself and my friend.
And we were such dorks we got caught smoking them in my room, Dah, She never knew I drove the car at age 15 with out a permit though.
Didnt even know how to drive a stick shift..
I recall, police involved on one 14th Birthday night new years eve, we were tossing fire works under cars as they passed in the night, and ah one car was the cops.
We ran and hid in different directions and didnt re-surface for about an hour. Then met back at my house.
I used to water down my moms alcahol before going to a dance. She never figured it out????
Brittany
What a fun post. I think I may just give this one some time. Too funny! You’re quite the criminal!
Oh, how I had supressed the stories of being 15. I’m now going to have to go blog about my similar experience then call my mother to tell her how sorry I am. It’s only been 18 years ago…I guess it’s better late than never?!?!?
Priceless.
I have lots of embarrassing stories. And not one of them should ever be re-told again.
Oh I loved this story!
I LOL’ed at the image of you darting around aimlessly while Jenny chilled in the car giving ideas on where you might have escaped to. What of the young men in the equation? Did they get caught??
Visiting from SITS and hi from a fellow Mormon mommy blogger 🙂 I’m YW Pres in my word which means I give a big thumbs up to all your 15 year old sleepover suggestions. I don’t think my daughter will ever be allowed out of my sight after she turns 12. Those chicks scare the pants off me.
Haha! I remember LOTS of incidents just like this! 🙂
So cute, although I am pretty sure that when my twins are 15 the story won’t be as “cute”. Good memories though 🙂
Memories are indeed priceless!
Happy SITS day!
Happy Sits Day! I am so happy I found your blog! I love love love it 🙂
Great story and well-written! Congrats on your SITS day!
Wow! You were much braver than I was. Happy SITS Day!
Funny! Yes…..we all have those stories! Glad I found you thru Sits
Too many to mention. I certainly enjoyed yours, though! LOL
I know what you mean with 15-year old brains, I was monitoring one just last year. 😉
That is hillarious! I agree with all parenting sentiments – my husband and middle school did not mix well. We feel our children should be in solitary confinement from years 12-18. Maybe 25.
Oh my, that’s too funny! Congrats on your SITS day!!
I hear ya about your realizations as a 30-something year-old with teens also. When my kids question me on an answer about going somewhere or doing something with a particular friend, I tell them that I was a teenager once and I know what “trouble” they can get into.
Happy SITS day!!
Happy SITS Day!
My story revolves around hanging out at a park. After dark. With a boy. And waiting until the last possible moment to get in my car and head home, only to find that I had dropped my keys. Somewhere in the dark park. In freshly fallen snow. Rather than calling, I opted to just hang out until my friend happened upon my keys. Mom was not pleased. She actually used the “You could have been lying in a ditch” speech.
What a funny story! I hope that I remember some of the silly/not-so-smartish things I did as a teenager when my girls get older. And we have in force a no sleepover rule which we are totally “SO UNFAIR” about, but this story and many of my own prove its validity! Oh… and “I Belong” too!
I was mostly a good girl—good to a fault!! I think I am making it up now as a 34 year old mom!! I am a rebel without a cause!
Great story. Brings back memories of my own sleep overs and adventures out into the night. I remember toilet papering boys houses. When I see pieces of toilet paper dangling from trees now, I think….Do they know how much a package of toilet paper costs these days?
I didn’t have THAT much fun at 15. :o(
I have so many stories some I want to forget about. Congrat’s on your feature with SITS!
I had a sleep over a few times. We put my cabbage patch kids in the bed because we thought if we were checked on then the hair would be there. What was I thinking I do not have yarn as my hair. Crazy. Great story.
that is one funny story!!!
That is funny and sort of cute compared to mine. I have too many to share and I wasn’t a good girl. I was the kind of girl you worry about your daughter being friends with.
Great story! I remember getting up on the roof of the elementary school with some of my friends at like 11… and the police came by with a megaphone and scared us off. I had no idea that would be illegal. Oops!
awesome post!! loved the story. Happy SITS day
I so dread for my daughters to grow up to be the age I used to be!! Oh the horrors!
What a fun story. I would have been terrified – both walking through the dark, and having the police after me.
My story involved a secret road trip from Boulder, CO to Austin, TX when I was in college to watch the University of Texas / University of Colorado football game. Needless to say, after spending the entire game jumping down from the bleachers to avoid the ABC camera crew and getting busted on national tv, Colorado got the worst blizzard they’d had in years (3 feet!), and I got caught when it took longer than expected to get back into town!
Great story! Love the pics and the 80s hair. And to think you were only grounded 1 month. I too agree that teens and sleepovers are not a good idea…only because I’ve been there and have done things that would make my parent’s toes curl were they to know.
I do have one “boy meets girl on deserted street, shares a can of beer, and is promptly met by police officer who escorts said couple to their homes in his car” story. Talk about embarassing.
Happy SITS day!
Nice! I remember the stories of my friends who would sneak out at night, but … I never did. I’m just freaked out by what my wee ones are goign to do someday.
I was perfect. That’s my story, and I sticking to it!
I won’t begin to tell MY story….but I enjoyed reading yours! Happy SITS day to you!
Oh, the stories I could tell… 🙂
Loved this. Reminds me of me.
Great blog!
Hello,
Loved your story. I’m a day late wishing you a happy SITS day but better late than never. My daughter has little hope of getting much by me in her teen years. I thought I was the master of getting away with skullduggery back then and I have to say, I got away with quite alot without getting busted. But, eventually, my luck ran out. The consequences were steep, very steep. On April 5, 1985, while out drinking with my friends, my 17 year old boyfriend wrecked the car we were in and I broke my neck. At 15, I became paralyzed from the chest down. Will my daughter be going on car dates before she’s 18? Not a chance.
Hmmm….
falling into a mud puddle on my way to classes in college and getting covered in mud – that’s pretty hard to live down.
I had a very similar experience at the age of 15! Hmmmm, what is with that age anyway?
My story involved 2-liter coke bottles and red devil lie (this makes a cool explosion if you don’t know this).
Fortunately we did not get caught, but it was not a nice thing to do to your fellow classmate.
This was great! I never snuck out, but once when I was 18 – just out of high school, I snuck in at 5am. My parents must have thought I was an adult cause they didn’t stay up and wait for me like usual. It was pretty silly. Actually, I did sneak out during a sleepover once. I think I was 12 or 13 and my friend’s older sister took us to Mill Ave. in Tempe, AZ – where all the college kids (from ASU) and everyone else hung out until all hours of the morning. I think we got back around 3 in the morning. That was pretty fun. My parent’s never found out.
What a great post/story. Sure made me remember some things from my youth.
Happy belated SITS day to you. 🙂
Oh yeah. The only cure for the stupidity of youth is AGING. Congrats on your SITS day!