Friday OT #2 - Smokin’ Ain’t Allowed In School
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Where do we start? This thread is going to be fun to read.
Are you kidding? My mom knew stuff even the CIA did not ever discover.
I’m not sure what my parents didn’t know, as a parent myself, there are things I know my kids did that I don’t think they know that I know. I’m guessing this is true about that.
My Parents both held 2nd jobs Saturday nights overnight. Wouldn't get home until 3 or 4 in the morning. To make sure we were home by curfew (12:30 a.m.), we had to call my Dad's cell phone from the house phone and leave him a voicemail. Essentially, I would swing back by home, call my Dad's cell phone around 12:15 to tell him I'm home, then go back out for a couple of hours.
I wasn’t allowed to ever have any boys in the house when they were not home.
I took this as more of a general guide.
I took this as more of a general guide.
My list is long. I'm legitimately lucky to be alive or have a longer rap sheet.
Rural 90s Iowa has certain rights of passage that I'm not proud of.
My parents weren't blind to it but not sure if they knew the extent.
I mentioned this in another thread, but I can't imagine how different growing up would have been with all the phone tracking apps that are out there now. The number of "I'm spending the night at Wes's house" that was actually "I'm getting drunk in a field and probably sleeping in my car" that wouldn't have worked with Life 360.
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This one isn't mine, but it's one of the more wild party stories I know.
It was the summer after my senior year of high school and a group of us had been getting after it pretty hard. One of my buddies heard from a girl he knew that had moved to Colorado. I'm not sure the nature of the text/call, but whatever it was convinced him he needed to get to Colorado as soon as possible. He recruited another buddy of mine and they snuck back in his house, made a bunch of ham sandwiches for the road, drove all through the night (not smart--drunk driving bad!), spent about 24 hours in Colorado and drove back in time to play in a high school baseball game Monday. We all called bull**** but they had kept a receipt from a McDonalds in Golden, Colorado.
I'm not sure what they came up with for an excuse why they were gone for their parents. I do love the visual of them not being home but all the ham and bread being gone.
It was the summer after my senior year of high school and a group of us had been getting after it pretty hard. One of my buddies heard from a girl he knew that had moved to Colorado. I'm not sure the nature of the text/call, but whatever it was convinced him he needed to get to Colorado as soon as possible. He recruited another buddy of mine and they snuck back in his house, made a bunch of ham sandwiches for the road, drove all through the night (not smart--drunk driving bad!), spent about 24 hours in Colorado and drove back in time to play in a high school baseball game Monday. We all called bull**** but they had kept a receipt from a McDonalds in Golden, Colorado.
I'm not sure what they came up with for an excuse why they were gone for their parents. I do love the visual of them not being home but all the ham and bread being gone.
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The one that I/we did that was incredibly stupid and dangerous.
We lived on a farm with an old unused silo (seems like they were all that way). It was narrow concrete block construction with tensile rings to hold it together. It no longer had a top so was open to the sky. It had the enclosed ladder rungs to climb to the top, though I recall, not all the rungs were there anymore.
The family across the road had another boy in my grade. We were probably about 10 or 11 at the time. At some point we decided to climb to the top of the ladder to check out the view. While I had no responsible adult supervision during the day, his mother and father were home most of the time with a good view of the silo.
Being dumb kids, once we got to the top we decided it would be a fun challenge to shimmy the circumference of the top of the silo. This had to be at least 40 feet above the ground. The thickness of the silo was was maybe 4 inches. So we straddled the top with our arms and legs and ever so slowly shimmied around the top, taking probably 20 minutes to make it - both terrified to go very fast but also too proud to call it off. We both made it and both still shaking, we climbed down the ladder. I expected the eagle-eyed mom would have seen us at some point, but we got away with it.
Forty five years later I talked to another neighborhood friend who told me both of his parents were still living there and she thought they would love to see me again (hadn't seen them for probably 30 years). So I stopped by and visited. Looking across the road at the old silo I decided to tell them the tale. I could see it in their reaction, even knowing how crazy we were when young, that they were incredulous that we'd done that so many years ago.
We lived on a farm with an old unused silo (seems like they were all that way). It was narrow concrete block construction with tensile rings to hold it together. It no longer had a top so was open to the sky. It had the enclosed ladder rungs to climb to the top, though I recall, not all the rungs were there anymore.
The family across the road had another boy in my grade. We were probably about 10 or 11 at the time. At some point we decided to climb to the top of the ladder to check out the view. While I had no responsible adult supervision during the day, his mother and father were home most of the time with a good view of the silo.
Being dumb kids, once we got to the top we decided it would be a fun challenge to shimmy the circumference of the top of the silo. This had to be at least 40 feet above the ground. The thickness of the silo was was maybe 4 inches. So we straddled the top with our arms and legs and ever so slowly shimmied around the top, taking probably 20 minutes to make it - both terrified to go very fast but also too proud to call it off. We both made it and both still shaking, we climbed down the ladder. I expected the eagle-eyed mom would have seen us at some point, but we got away with it.
Forty five years later I talked to another neighborhood friend who told me both of his parents were still living there and she thought they would love to see me again (hadn't seen them for probably 30 years). So I stopped by and visited. Looking across the road at the old silo I decided to tell them the tale. I could see it in their reaction, even knowing how crazy we were when young, that they were incredulous that we'd done that so many years ago.
Man, I don't even know where to start...
Anybody else a member of the boring AF club?
No? Ok.
We meet underneath the sidewalk near the streetlight on Tuesday at 6:30PM and my Mom says I need be home by 7 PM.
No? Ok.
We meet underneath the sidewalk near the streetlight on Tuesday at 6:30PM and my Mom says I need be home by 7 PM.
My sister kicked a hole in the wall and covered it with a DARE poster and my Dad finally found out when he was getting the house ready to sell. Took about 6 years
We attempted to cover up what now been called "the fire"... But the fire department coming back the next day tipped us off.
There's the waterbed incident that I'm not sure he ever figured out...
I drove a bunch before I officially got my license.
We attempted to cover up what now been called "the fire"... But the fire department coming back the next day tipped us off.
There's the waterbed incident that I'm not sure he ever figured out...
I drove a bunch before I officially got my license.
LOL in rural Iowa a school permit was as good as a license. Or at least I thought so.
Same, but 90% of that was at my dad's insistence.
When I was 13 he had me drive a pickup 30 miles to pick up some parts in the middle of harvest. This was before cell phones, and our 2 way radios had a 20 mile radius from our repeater, so about 1/3rd of this time I had no way to contact him for help if something went wrong.