I asked for suggestions on what you would like me to post about this weekend, and Mimi asked a bunch of really good questions. She wants to know what kind of mischief my boys get into, since she has two boys herself. And I wish I had a good answer, but the truth is-hard as it may be to believe-my boys don’t get into mischief. They really don’t! We have always stressed to our boys that being in a family means being part of a team, respecting and helping each other. They know what they are and aren’t expected to do, and at least for now, that is a sufficient deterrent to any misbehaving. Okay, Ryan sometimes turns his reading lamp on after he’s supposed to be sleeping, and Nathan sometimes sneaks an extra cookie out of the kitchen, but that’s about it. So Mimi, all I can advise is, make the rules clear, and let your boys know that they are a vital part of your family, and hopefully that will keep them out of trouble!
Mimi’s next question was, did I ever do anything crazy or daring, or take a road trip and get into trouble? Oh……boy. A couple of things spring to mind, because unfortunately, my parents didn’t treat me like a valued and vital member of a team, and therefore I didn’t feel like I had anything to lose by breaking the rules as much as possible.
1. Crazy/daring deed number one: I turned 16 in January of 1983, and a few months after that, my boyfriend Bill and I decided to lose our virginity to each other. You know, “get it over with”. So romantic. The thing was, we didn’t have anywhere to go. Bill’s Mom was home during the day, and even though I went home to an empty house, my Mom had me convinced that she had a neighbor watching out the window every afternoon to make sure no one else came home with me. So, we decided to sneak out of our respective houses and meet up to do the deed. If memory serves, it was APRIL. In MICHIGAN. And our genius plan was to meet at the elementary school in my neighborhood, where we would bring blankets and “do it under the stars”. In APRIL. In MICHIGAN.
So on the designated night, while my parents were in the den watching TV, I changed into my nightgown and then snuck back downstairs and put my clothes in the cabinet under the sink in our half bath off the kitchen. I set my alarm for 2:00 a.m. When it went off, I tiptoed downstairs, got dressed, and left out the sliding glass door in the den. There were no fences between the yards in my neighborhood, so I walked through our back yard and the neighbors’, and then walked about four blocks to the school. At 2:00 a.m. In APRIL. In MICHIGAN. It was FREEZING.
I get to the school and there’s Bill, standing in the grass off to the side of the school. He has what looks like a bedspread with him. We sit down on it, and…well, let’s just say that as first times go? It was pretty much TERRIBLE. Afterwards I walked the four blocks back home, let myself in through the sliding glass door, put my nightgown back on, and tiptoed back up the stairs and got back in bed. As far as I know, my parents never even knew I was gone.
Do I know how lucky I was that nothing happened to me? I do now. I could have gotten hurt walking home, I could have gotten kidnapped or worse. I could have come home to find my house on fire and my parents frantic thinking I was still in the house. The stupidity of the entire thing is mind-boggling. Not to mention the fact that for the rest of my life, the memory I have of losing my virginity is of freezing my ass off outside. Hell, it was so cold, there’s a good chance I didn’t actually lose anything and didn’t even know it. Heh.
COMING UP: MORE CRAZY CONFESSIONS FROM MY YOUTH, AND MORE BABY PICTURES! I FOUND THREE PHOTO ALBUMS FULL OF THEM!!Â
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This was a great post, made me laugh. First time is always bad
But what made me laugh was the bedspread and APRIL. Also, I did the deed when I was almost 18, to ‘get it over with’ too…just wanted to know what all the hype was about, lol.
You might have been freezing your ass off, but it was a good story.
I can’t believe you walked to the school at 2 am though, by yourself. I was scared of my own shadow at that age (still am!) and would have told Bill to forget it. I guess if we’re all confessing about doing the deed, I waited until college. My parents were all over me and would have suspected if I’d been up to something, so I waited until I was 400 miles away. 
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Trish-thanks for the comment! The more I think about it, the more I think of how I would KILL my daughter if she snuck out in the middle of the night like that! So, how was your first time??LOL
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Alison, I SHOULD have been scared to walk alone like that, which is why it was so stupid! And the truth is, Bill and I only had sex that one time, and then I wasn’t with anyone else until I was a Freshman in college, and that was with Chris, my now-husband
Wow. This made me go and put a jacket on. And cross my legs
A wonderful story. You might well have been frozen, but it’s a great memory to make you look back and smile. Nowadays, it would have been scary walking the streets like that!
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Amanda, HA!
I found out the name of the town my Father in law lives in-Bundaberg. I don’t know why I thought it was an island!
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Graham-thanks
Great story, it’s bringing back some memories that were stuffed way in the back of this memory bank! Imagine same scenario ( with exception to sneaking out of the house I never did that), at the school under the stars but add LOTS OF MOSQUITOS!! lol
Did we think we were invisible? I would like to think nobody was watching.
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Robin, MOSQUITOS??? Oh nooo! At least we weren’t getting BIT by anything while we were out there!! LMAO!!
I’m pretty sure no one saw us, it was dark, and the school was at the end of a street and then set back a ways. It’s never even occurred to me in all these years that someone might have SEEN us! Aaaauuuggh!
You dirty, dirty girl! Snort.
You know I will probably regret saying this by day’s end, but generally speaking my boys arent’ mischievious either. They will do the same — find the candy real quick before Mom notices or something like that, but for the most part, I can snooze on Saturday mornings and trust that they’ll get themselves some cereal and play/watch tv until I get up. I have them wake me when they get up, so that I’m not totally “dead to the world” asleep though — just in case!
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Thanks for indulging me Elizabeth! That’s too funny!!!!
Your boys sound like my boys… Josh has just discovered the Magic TreeHouse series and I find him upstairs after bed reading when he should be asleep! Too funny!
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Karly-yeah, it was REAL dirty out there on the cold ground in the dark! LOL
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Staci-Your boys sound a lot like mine. I still remember how shocked I was when my oldest son started getting up in the morning and making his own breakfast, when he was in KINDERGARTEN. It’s embarrassing how late they let me sleep in some mornings!
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Mimi-was that crazy and daring enough for you? LOL
That is a great story! Makes me want to start putting bars on all my doors and windows once my kids hit puberty!
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Um, yeah. I think about that sliding glass door in our back room, and how ridiculously easy it would be for one of the boys to sneak out of it. Even if we installed a motion detector/burglar alarm thing on it, they would just figure out how to turn it off! We’re doomed, I tell ya.
True stories are always welcome, that’s what makes them worth reading.
By the way, you described pretty nice there