Ever get caught out?
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We had a loud alarm system that echoed around our small place when you tried to punch in the code to shut it off, so it was virtually impossible for me.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if they got it to keep me in or to keep would be burglars out......hmmmm...
Now that I think about it, I wonder if they got it to keep me in or to keep would be burglars out......hmmmm...
You got your rocks off, didn't you?
Avoiding those that end in ".ru" seems to be the best way to avoid viruses
So did we: a Dalmatian named Bella!
When I was 14, I was caught by my folks while playing with fireworks. I had outfitted a model airplane with small rockets and stuff. They only gave me a stern lecture, but forced me to destroy what I fireworks had left with water.
Later I learned from my dad's grandparents that during his youth my dad used fireworks to blow up 40 litres iron cast milk containers...
Later I learned from my dad's grandparents that during his youth my dad used fireworks to blow up 40 litres iron cast milk containers...
I though this thread was going in a completely different direction. The word "out" had me fooled, I guess.
When I was old enough to really want to sneak out I lived in a rural community that was fairly spread out with no where really exciting to go if you did sneak out. Plus my mum was pretty cool about letting me go out in my last few years of high school that I never felt like I had to do it covertly.
We did live in a small city when I was in primary school and my sister and her best friend got caught at like 1AM at the all boys boarding school I attended one night. She would have been 15 or 16 at the time I guess. Not sure where she they were meant to be. If they were meant to be at our house or a friends...probably at a friends since we lived on the other side of town to my school (but a block from my sister's all girls school).
We did live in a small city when I was in primary school and my sister and her best friend got caught at like 1AM at the all boys boarding school I attended one night. She would have been 15 or 16 at the time I guess. Not sure where she they were meant to be. If they were meant to be at our house or a friends...probably at a friends since we lived on the other side of town to my school (but a block from my sister's all girls school).
Yeah, I had already seen that. I still don't get how it relates to the op.
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Trees are, as a general rule, found outside.
I never got caught that I can remember; I was too good at it. But I never did anything bad. When I had a friend sleeping over, we would often sneak outside, but not to smoke; just for the sake of sitting outside-- my Mother probably would have let us do it. Once when I was in Junior High, I did sneak out to a rendezvous with my girlfriend behind the liquor store; almost got caught by the police, but dove off the side of the road in time-- unfortunately down the side of a steep hill in the process. Ouch. 
I'm not allowed to talk about it until after the trial.
Wait.
Your kid and his friend did WHAT to a corpse?
Yes. I was caught a few times. Not very many compared to the liberties I actually took. But there were a few. Not that there were ever many consequences from it.
The toughest one to skate from was the night I was caught red-handed coming in the door at 3:30am on a school night. My mom was standing at the door, behind the screen where I couldn't see her in the darkness as I began walking up the stairs to our front door. It wasn't until I was on the 5th of 14 stairs that I noticed she was standing there waiting for me.
Now let me set up the scene. I was on the stage crew for the school play and was 15 years old. Every night after rehersals the cast and crew would hang out and party for hours. That night was exceptional, for after the cast party I piled into a car with 5 other friends (very early 80's, bigger cars, 3 to a seat, front and back), with me in the middle of the back seat. We had a 1.75l bottle of vodka, but were going to need more, so we went over to one of the guys' house nearby the school and raided his dad's liquor cabinet for another. It was some lousy brand I can't remember, but we were all under age and it was booze, so it didn't matter. We started passing the bottle around. And being that I was in the middle of the backseat, I played "monkey in the middle" and was taking a hit off the bottle every time it passed my hands. Needless to say, we all got pretty drunk. But we did not stop there. Oh nooooo...
Next there was an idea to score some pot. Hey, why not? And, at that time in my life I really had little idea what that entailed for kids of our age living in that era, so I was game as much as anyone. Not that we were in our right and sober minds, but I digress. So we drive down into some of the shadier spots in Richmond, places I had never been to before let alone at the hour we were there. And we searched block after block, all over the place, and we couldn't find anyone on the street selling any weed. We are just going to have to go to Oakland then, was the next idea to be voiced and the other five of us agreed. So off to Oakland we went. And soon after we got there we found some, or at least a guy who figured a car load full of teenagers weren't going to bust him.
We then proceed to start rolling joints, lighting them up and passing them around, with me still playing "monkey in the middle". We were slowly making our way back to our home city of El Cerrito. We were on our third joint as we crossed the city limits, when someone asked what time it was. "3:15" "Shit!" "Oh shit..." "Fuck!" "No way!" Yes, we were ALL in trouble. So we started to go drop off our partygoers, of which I was the third in line for drop off. Of course, we kept on smoking. Why not, if we were going to be in trouble anyway? I really wasn't that worried, as my folks were heavy sleepers, and regulars at local bars, and I have crept into and out of the house under their noses many times before. So I literally just took a hit off the joint just before I got out of the car and started to make my way up the stairs, and...
I hit that 5th stair and see her, and my mind goes back over the entire night, all the drinking, all the smoking, and I just know there is no way I can play this off. And yet, I try to anyway. "Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?" was the questions posed to me at the front door. My next few seconds would have made my drama teacher give me an "A" for my improvisational skills were she there to rate my performance. First, I try to play off that I am only barely awake as I tell my mom that I got bored and fell asleep at the cast party after rehearsal (which she knew about. School function, pizzas and soda. No big deal), and that they were only just able to wake me up to drive me home just now. I went on to say that I was still real tired and just want to get back to sleep. Off to my room I went. And she bought it!
And that wasn't even the best of it. One of the guys in the car tells my cousin about that night at school the next day. He was under the impression that my cousin was cool and wouldn't blab about it. Which he was wrong. My cousin then goes directly to my mother and retells the story to her. And my mother proceeds to tell her that she is a liar! She tells my cousin that she was there that night and saw me come through the front door, that she KNOWS when people are drunk, and that I wasn't. It was all I could do to not laugh when my mother told me this. The only thing I had to do upon hearing this was go tell that friend of mine not to tell my cousin anything about anything, about how she used his information to try to get me in trouble. We made a guy pact about not telling stories to family members and it was all good.
The toughest one to skate from was the night I was caught red-handed coming in the door at 3:30am on a school night. My mom was standing at the door, behind the screen where I couldn't see her in the darkness as I began walking up the stairs to our front door. It wasn't until I was on the 5th of 14 stairs that I noticed she was standing there waiting for me.
Now let me set up the scene. I was on the stage crew for the school play and was 15 years old. Every night after rehersals the cast and crew would hang out and party for hours. That night was exceptional, for after the cast party I piled into a car with 5 other friends (very early 80's, bigger cars, 3 to a seat, front and back), with me in the middle of the back seat. We had a 1.75l bottle of vodka, but were going to need more, so we went over to one of the guys' house nearby the school and raided his dad's liquor cabinet for another. It was some lousy brand I can't remember, but we were all under age and it was booze, so it didn't matter. We started passing the bottle around. And being that I was in the middle of the backseat, I played "monkey in the middle" and was taking a hit off the bottle every time it passed my hands. Needless to say, we all got pretty drunk. But we did not stop there. Oh nooooo...
Next there was an idea to score some pot. Hey, why not? And, at that time in my life I really had little idea what that entailed for kids of our age living in that era, so I was game as much as anyone. Not that we were in our right and sober minds, but I digress. So we drive down into some of the shadier spots in Richmond, places I had never been to before let alone at the hour we were there. And we searched block after block, all over the place, and we couldn't find anyone on the street selling any weed. We are just going to have to go to Oakland then, was the next idea to be voiced and the other five of us agreed. So off to Oakland we went. And soon after we got there we found some, or at least a guy who figured a car load full of teenagers weren't going to bust him.
We then proceed to start rolling joints, lighting them up and passing them around, with me still playing "monkey in the middle". We were slowly making our way back to our home city of El Cerrito. We were on our third joint as we crossed the city limits, when someone asked what time it was. "3:15" "Shit!" "Oh shit..." "Fuck!" "No way!" Yes, we were ALL in trouble. So we started to go drop off our partygoers, of which I was the third in line for drop off. Of course, we kept on smoking. Why not, if we were going to be in trouble anyway? I really wasn't that worried, as my folks were heavy sleepers, and regulars at local bars, and I have crept into and out of the house under their noses many times before. So I literally just took a hit off the joint just before I got out of the car and started to make my way up the stairs, and...
I hit that 5th stair and see her, and my mind goes back over the entire night, all the drinking, all the smoking, and I just know there is no way I can play this off. And yet, I try to anyway. "Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?" was the questions posed to me at the front door. My next few seconds would have made my drama teacher give me an "A" for my improvisational skills were she there to rate my performance. First, I try to play off that I am only barely awake as I tell my mom that I got bored and fell asleep at the cast party after rehearsal (which she knew about. School function, pizzas and soda. No big deal), and that they were only just able to wake me up to drive me home just now. I went on to say that I was still real tired and just want to get back to sleep. Off to my room I went. And she bought it!
And that wasn't even the best of it. One of the guys in the car tells my cousin about that night at school the next day. He was under the impression that my cousin was cool and wouldn't blab about it. Which he was wrong. My cousin then goes directly to my mother and retells the story to her. And my mother proceeds to tell her that she is a liar! She tells my cousin that she was there that night and saw me come through the front door, that she KNOWS when people are drunk, and that I wasn't. It was all I could do to not laugh when my mother told me this. The only thing I had to do upon hearing this was go tell that friend of mine not to tell my cousin anything about anything, about how she used his information to try to get me in trouble. We made a guy pact about not telling stories to family members and it was all good.
Apologies for absence last night ~ darn son came home for dinner at 7 and then helped me organised all old videos for selling thus meaning I couldn't nick his machine, Me smells a whiff of guilt
I think 'Mars Attacks' and Grisham's 'The Client' are my only reference to trailer parks.
Are you sure it was by accident 
. A 'copse' is a small wood which is only 20meters from our house, but away from parent's eyes
Parents have to be hypocritical ~ it's on the document we signed, along with constant nagging, embarrasing hugging and kissing and compulsory showing of baby pictures to friends they are trying to be cool with
At least you told them ~ I think that's what winds son up, that I'm cool with everything if he lets me know thus removing the thrill of doing something 'wrong'
See CSI episode when friends stole a corpse and took him to a poker party, left him to be found with a party hat on and a cigar in his mouth
And Dagman ~ A* lol
I think 'Mars Attacks' and Grisham's 'The Client' are my only reference to trailer parks.
Are you sure it was by accident
. A 'copse' is a small wood which is only 20meters from our house, but away from parent's eyes We had a dalamations too ~ Roma and then Purdy. They were too polite to be guards dogs
When I was 14, I was caught by my folks while playing with fireworks. I had outfitted a model airplane with small rockets and stuff. They only gave me a stern lecture, but forced me to destroy what I fireworks had left with water.
Later I learned from my dad's grandparents that during his youth my dad used fireworks to blow up 40 litres iron cast milk containers...
Parents have to be hypocritical ~ it's on the document we signed, along with constant nagging, embarrasing hugging and kissing and compulsory showing of baby pictures to friends they are trying to be cool with
I never got caught that I can remember; I was too good at it. But I never did anything bad. When I had a friend sleeping over, we would often sneak outside, but not to smoke; just for the sake of sitting outside-- my Mother probably would have let us do it. Once when I was in Junior High, I did sneak out to a rendezvous with my girlfriend behind the liquor store; almost got caught by the police, but dove off the side of the road in time-- unfortunately down the side of a steep hill in the process. Ouch.
At least you told them ~ I think that's what winds son up, that I'm cool with everything if he lets me know thus removing the thrill of doing something 'wrong'
K'Ehleyr said:
Wait.
Your kid and his friend did WHAT to a corpse?
See CSI episode when friends stole a corpse and took him to a poker party, left him to be found with a party hat on and a cigar in his mouth
And Dagman ~ A* lol
No, not really. Too young to get into ANYWHERE.