It was a Sunday. I was 6 years old, my sister, Maryann, was 4 & my other sister, Whitley, was 2.
We came home from church & my dad said it was nap time. So he sent us to our room & told us we had to lay down.
I was fuming! I did not want to take a nap. I thought it was boring, I wanted to play outside.
So, I convinced Maryann & Whitley that we needed to run away to Ms. Carter’s house 2 or 3 houses over. She was this nice, little old lady who let us come to her house & play on her piano. I think she was lonely, her kids were losers who didn’t come visit, & we kind of became her neighborhood family.
The three of us packed our bags, opened up the window, & started to climb out. Maryann & Whitley went first & I was going to go last.
And this is where Maryann, Whitley & I start telling different stories (we still argue about this–like I get furious when they start spewing their lies & it’s been 21 years! ;))
Maryann & Whitley will tell you that I told them to go ahead & climb out that window & that I would catch up to them. But, instead I ran to Daddy & told so they would get in trouble.
THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH!
You see, here’s the thing about me when I was a kid. I could be a lot of talk, but when it came down to breaking a rule, I freaked the heck out! I talked a good game, but then at the very last minute I chickened out! I was like this at 6 & at 16. I’ll be like this forever. I do NOT break the rules! I’m your stereotypical oldest child.
I remember as they were climbing out the window I started telling them this was a bad idea & I was afraid we were going to get in trouble. They did.not.listen. They climbed out that darn window anyways.
As soon as they hopped through the window, I sat down on my bed, & within seconds my dad came through that door & asked me where Maryann & Whitley were. I can still remember my jaw dropping & my eyes getting huge when he came into the room. I literally stuttered as I told him I didn’t know where they were.
The man is not stupid, he saw the window open & two of the tiniest little girls hauling butt through the neighbor’s backyard.
Once he caught up to them, I’m pretty sure he had to pull Whitley off a 6 foot privacy fence that she was climbing. He brought them home & they got in sooo much trouble! But, I didn’t. And I tried to warn them, but they didn’t listen. They were all about listening to me when it is time to runaway, but when it was time to think it out & not break the rules? Yeah, they made up their own minds.
I guarantee you, they will have some comments to leave today, so be sure to read those, they’ll be pretty funny.
But, I swear on all things holy & bloggy that I did NOT rat them out nor did I intentionally talk them into running away just so I could get them in trouble.
And what Maryann & Whitley probably don’t remember, is that it turned out I had a 102 fever that day & I didn’t feel good. I seriously didn’t want to climb out that stupid window!
1.) Write about a time you had to crawl through a window. (inspired by Barb from Half Past Kissin’ Time)
2.) List of 10 shows you’re glad have seen their last day.
3.) A bad day.
4.) Share a joke that always makes you laugh.
5.) On a piece of paper write down something that makes you happy…take a photo of your paper and wa la…there’s your post.