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30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT January 8th Share a story from your childhood when you did something you werenβt supposed to. Did you get caught? I was a pretty good kid. I stuck to the rules so I really don't have any interesting stories about doing something I wasn't supposed to. In fact, when my mother's cousin came to stay with us I asked to go stay at my Dad's place to avoid having to keep telling him we couldn't do all the things he wanted to get into. It was far too stressful. I think I was a pretty tolerant kid, but Daren was a busy guy and he was into everything. I was quiet and bookish. I got along better with his older brother Steven, but he wasn't there. Mom let me go... though I think she would have liked to have joined me as both of them were a lot to handle. According to my mother, her cousin had always been a pain in the ass; so the apple hadn't fallen too far from the tree, so to speak. I did take a school notebook before I finished my old one. I was in grade four and the teacher was married to my Dad's cousin... the Chief of Police for New Liskeard. (Even as I write that I giggle a little hysterically). I waited until I was alone in the class, then took a thick one with a blue cover. I used it to write my stories in. I've had a weakness for notebooks ever since, but I have paid for each one since then. I never got caught, but I felt odd and guilty about it and I never took anything else like that again. Now that I am a teacher, I don't see a real problem with what I did. I would have gotten to the point of needing a new one anyway... and I often used my unfinished notebooks to write stories in when the school year was over. I'm curious what other people will confess to.... |