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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 23:57:29 GMT
I'm pleading the fifth. All these years later, I almost don't wanna say anything out loud (or type) because in an irrational sort of way I think the cops will come looking for me, lol. I really, really can't believe some of the sh!it I did. Every once in a while I'll surprise DH with another story of something I did, and he always says the same thing, "I can't believe you did that! Seriously?"Yeah, I'm keeping my mouth shut.
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Post by myboysnme on Oct 8, 2015 0:03:15 GMT
My post would be so long it would break the internet plus if I put even some of it in writing I may not have passed the statute of limitations so let's just say I got away with a whole lot and got caught from time to time.
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Post by Zee on Oct 8, 2015 0:51:49 GMT
I got away with everything except once when I foolishly told my mom I'd be spending the night at BFF's house without telling BFF. I was at my boyfriend's house. Mom called BFF, guessed where I actually was. She was more displeased at the lying than at what I was actually doing, as I recall. But my mom wasn't stupid, so lying wasn't something I often had to do. We had a splendid don't ask, don't tell policy that meant she didn't want a lot of details, she just wanted to know where I could be found and that I could call her at any time for a ride if needed, no matter what. I always checked in by phone at midnight to tell her when I'd be home or if not, whose house I'd be at. I didn't really have a curfew but almost all my friends did, so... Oh yeah one night my BFF and I got caught hiding in a boy's closet, by his mom. We were going to spend the night (he had an awesome house with a hot tub right on the river!) but the mom rounded us up and drove us home, tight-lipped and angry. We quietly exited her car and thanked her. We never went over there again, LOL!!! A friend's mom found us at a boy's house on New Year's Eve, where friend was not supposed to be. My mom had dropped us off there and had no idea friend had told her mother we'd be staying at my house all night. So when friend's mom found us (I don't even know how, but she was a Class A Spy) she called my mom all furious and my mom was shocked by the attack. That friend wasn't allowed to come to my house for a long time. BFF and I narrowly escaped capture another time by different moms. The funny part was that we really weren't there to sleep with their sons, we actually were all friends that just didn't feel like ending the party at midnight. Ah, youth. The 80s were fun teen years. So many wine coolers, so many boys, so many nighttime adventures! Keggers in the woods, running from the cops, hiding from moms, cigarettes hidden in my closet (what a rebel, my mom's one absolute was NO SMOKING CIGARETTES).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 1:16:02 GMT
I did almost absolutely nothing, because I wanted to live. Never even swore. Even a hint of something wrong got a beating. That wasn't enough, they locked me away at a private nursing school with absolutely no money and the dorm mother was a friend of theirs. They told any friend that tried to find me that I moved away and they didn't know where.
The only thing I did was forge a teacher's name constantly. He didn't care.
Ha when I finally got on my own...., that is a other story, and I swear now.
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Post by maryland on Oct 8, 2015 2:13:09 GMT
I was a good kid, and my parents loved my friends and my boyfriends, so I could pretty much do whatever I wanted! My boyfriend had a very strict mom (his dad loved me, so he was fine with us going out), so he snuck out of the house at times so he could come over to my house. We had the basement to ourselves! But we were good, honest! Because my parents and his dad were so trusting, we never wanted to do anything to disappoint them.
My parents didn't like my younger brothers friends, so he had strict curfews! Funny, but now my parents are good friends with all of my brothers high school friends and are the parents that get invited to their parties (all married now).
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Post by beachbum on Oct 8, 2015 2:42:49 GMT
Let's just say that all the evidence was smoked or ingested in some form.
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Post by Merge on Oct 8, 2015 2:46:28 GMT
My brother and I used to forge our parents' signatures on excuse notes for phony doctors' appointments so we could cut classes (not together). I was such a goody two shoes that no one suspected. But HE got busted trying to forge the signature on his own after I had graduated. LOL
I got busted the one and only time I ever directly disobeyed my dad. I took the car out to visit a friend on a wet and icy night when he'd told me not to go out. Wet tire tracks behind the car in the garage gave me away when he got home.
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akathy
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Post by akathy on Oct 8, 2015 2:51:52 GMT
The list is too long! My Mom worked nights and my Dad was deaf in one ear and slept on his good ear. I was a child of the 60s early 70s and that's all I'm going to say
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 4:35:29 GMT
I got busted visiting my boyfriend - who was in another state - for a weekend when I was 16.
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Post by tenacious on Oct 8, 2015 5:07:33 GMT
I was a nightmare from the age of 15 on. I wasn't having sex or taking drugs, but I was up to all other kinds of no-good. My parents found out about a few things, but, mostly they were completely clueless (like most parents during the 80's). I seriously get panic attacks thinking about all the stupid stuff I did and how if I would have gotten caught my life could have taken a very bad turn.
A year or two after I graduated HS I pulled my head out and got my $&%# together. Ain't no way my teens are getting away with half of what I did. Like the quote says 'I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane, and be your worst nightmare....because I love you!'
Kids need to be able to make mistakes, but not ones that put their future in jeopardy. Not on my watch.
Erin
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Post by Linda on Oct 8, 2015 19:22:35 GMT
I was a goody twoshoes but my parents thought I was a terribly difficult child/teen (now my younger sister? She did more even than I got blamed for and was always considered a good/easy child/teen)
The worst I ever did was pick the locks when I got locked out of the house - I was a latchkey kid who couldn't keep track of my housekey to save my life
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Post by grammanisi on Oct 8, 2015 19:29:23 GMT
As much as I hate to admit it...nothing. I was the good girl. I skipped school one time and was so nervous and upset with myself that I didn't enjoy one minute of it! I always did everything in my power to do the right thing and to never disappoint my parents. As an adult I am pretty much still the same way. I guess in reality I am pretty boring.
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Post by deekaye on Oct 8, 2015 20:07:12 GMT
I grew up in a small, Mayberry-type town. We did the typical sneaking out, drinking, smoking, etc., but probably the thing I remember the most was that we would shimmy up to the second story of the high school (flat roof) and then, if we were lucky, the gym windows would be left open and we'd crawl in to the gym and have a good ol' time! The gym had these old lights that would always give off a glow, even when turned off, so there was always enough light to play basketball and not get caught. This was in the mid-late 70's so no burgular alarms, apparently.
The gym was attached to the rest of the high school but we never, ever went in to the high school. I'm not sure why!
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Post by deekaye on Oct 8, 2015 20:08:18 GMT
The funny thing now is to confess to our Mom (almost 40 years later) all of the stuff that we did when she thought we were her sweet lil' angels, all tucked in bed....
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tiffanytwisted
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Post by tiffanytwisted on Oct 9, 2015 17:57:18 GMT
For the most part, I was a good girl.
However, I did date a guy my parents didn't approve of and pulled it off for 6 months by being quite creative. Got a friend of a friend to stop by to borrow something and introduced her as his girlfriend. Whenever we went out in a group, he would get picked up first and our friend would drop him off around the corner when he came to pick me up so my parents wouldn't see him in the car. Broke the necklace he gave me so I could tell my parents I found it in the Burger King parking lot and then put it back together so I could wear it all the time and they wouldn't think anything of it. Pretty ingenious, if I do say so myself.
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Post by genny on Oct 9, 2015 19:30:58 GMT
I snuck out *all* the time. I never got caught. I would wait until the AC or Heat kicked on (older unit and was very loud) then sneak past mom's room. We had a manual garage door, so I'd roll it up just enough to slide under. Sneak back in the same way a few hours later. I can't believe I never got busted. I had a 'spare' phone that I bought at goodwill and kept hidden in my closet for those times that I got put on phone restriction. I got busted with that one night because mom got up to go to the bathroom and my bedroom was on the other side of the wall and she heard me talking. I NEVER got away with smart mouthing or back talk. NEVER. (mostly the reason for the phone restriction above) I also drank a lot and never got caught doing that either, but my mom never drank in her life and wouldn't know what it smelled like even if she had suspected. I won't tell anymore stories, y'all will think bad of me LOL! I will say that despite sneaking out, underage drinking and sex, I never did drugs and graduated in the top 20 of my class with honors. SO I wasn't all bad.
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Post by Grom Pea on Oct 9, 2015 20:42:55 GMT
I was a pretty boring teen and still am. The craziest thing i did was drive more friends than seat belts because i got my license before most of my friends. I also once decided after work to drive into the city with my friends and we went to get ice cream. Actually i remember ordering an egg cream because it was in Harriet the spy. So you can tell how wild and crazy it got. I took the wrong exit on the way home and all my friends had to pool our change to pay the toll to come back. That was about it!
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Post by tracyarts on Oct 9, 2015 23:25:27 GMT
I never got busted.
My high school officially recorded attendance at 2nd period. If you were in class then, the records showed you in for the day unless a teacher notified them. Most of the teachers couldn't give two shits if you skipped or not, as long as your grades were good and they didn't get any static from administration for too many failing students. There was a public library across the street from my school, and a city bus stop in front of it. Once a week I'd tell my parents that after school I was going across to the library to work on a project or catch up on homework, and could my dad come pick me up at 6 when the library closed. So come 10 a.m. when 2nd period ended, I'd book it on out the gate and onto the bus and go downtown or some other side of the city, somewhere far from my neighborhood, where nobody I knew might see me out walking around. Sometimes I arranged to meet friends from other schools who were also skipping for the day at a mall to shop and see a movie. But most of the time I was just out exploring the city on my own. I looked a lot older than I was, and if I was out on my own, I passed for a young adult and nobody ever questioned me. I always made sure to catch the bus back home on time and be sitting on the library steps at 6 when my dad came to pick me up. I wasn't doing anything bad, just being sneaky.
Also, we occasionally ran the "I'm spending the night at her house" and "She's spending the night at my house" scam so that we could get ourselves down to the beach, where somebody was having a bonfire party.
The only truly sketchy thing was because I looked so much older, I was the designated tobacco and alcohol runner for my friends because most of the local convenience stores didn't check ID as long as you looked remotely of age and didn't act hinky while making the purchase. Back then it was all cash sales anyway, so no paper trail, and security cameras weren't common either. The clerks just wanted to make the sale.
But I never got busted. I learned that if you keep your cool and act like you belong wherever you are, nobody pays much attention to you and you can pretty much do whatever.
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Post by beaglemom on Oct 9, 2015 23:37:17 GMT
I was a goody twoshoes but my parents thought I was a terribly difficult child/teen (now my younger sister? She did more even than I got blamed for and was always considered a good/easy child/teen) This was me. Unbeknownst to me my dad would check the mileage on my car to make sure I wasn't going anywhere other than school and swim practice. One day he came in guns blazing wanting to know where I had been, I told him that my mom had asked me to pick up something after school. And then why he wanted to know, he then let it slip that he had checked my mileage. I was petrified to do anything, I was scared to death of my parents. Not that they really ever did anything other than ground me, but apparently they were really good about scaring us. I did go a little wild my freshman year of college. But nothing too crazy other than drinking!
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Post by 950nancy on Oct 9, 2015 23:49:14 GMT
Apparently my only vice was talking back. I was a pretty good girl and hung out with good people and had a nice boyfriend. I did get a mouse and kept it in my room.
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Post by ktdoesntscrap on Oct 9, 2015 23:49:48 GMT
I recalled recently going to the liquor store at lunch in my catholic school uniform and buying beer... legal age was 21... we used to go across the state line to KS but when we figured out we could get the real stuff and not have to drive so far... we went for it.
We skipped school A LOT. I would just ask my mom to sign a blank piece of paper for a field trip and I would write the note.
That is is me getting started.
I was very rebellious in my teen age years.
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