My turn

I guess I should 'fess up, since I'm the one who asked.

The best one that I can think of, which I didn't think was naughty at the time, was when Jo and I and next door neighbor E used to ride our bikes to the church parking lot and play Egypt Game behind the bushes. We had a purple plastic juice bottle shaped like a bear named Omar that we pseudo-worshipped. I can't remember much else of what we did back there, but I don't think Mom meant us to be there.

I also remember getting into Mom's medicine cabinet and finding her "eau de toilette," which I translated as "toilet water." Well, that obviously belongs in the toilet, doesn't it? I loved the lily-of-the-valley scent, and I tipped in a few drops whenever I thought I could get away with it, even after Mom once caught me and forbade it.

Another repeated offense with neighbor E and probably Jo was looking for geodes. We'd find a promising-looking rock and hit it with a huge one to see what was inside, but alas, we never found any geodes. Mom, probably worried for our fingers, told us to stop, so we always did it at E's house after that.

Excuse me, I'm going to go see what my kids are up to.

Amy's Actus Reus

I can't decide on just one, so I'll post a short list.

Age 3: the famous chocolate syrup incident. Too humiliating to rehash.

Age 3: smeared Beth's lotion all over the carpet and blamed a visiting cousin. Don't remember if I was caught.

Age 4: got a bunch of boys to play with me in the forbidden supply closet in preschool. They were caught. I got out of punishment because I confessed. Was more careful the next time.

Age 5: stuck a Barbie in the microwave when Mom was outside to see what would happen. Nothing happened. Decided that Barbies were stupid.

Age 5: accidentally killed one of my brother's fish pretending it was a piranha. Never admitted it. (This was NOT the one found behind his dresser; I take no responsibility for that.)

Age 6: guilted a friend into giving me a blood vow never to tell that I cut a section of my hair (on the underside, so Mom never found it). Only she refused to prick herself, so I let her use a red marker. Which was stolen from Beth. Triple play.

Age 6: broke one of those glass toy plates when I took it outside without permission. Got a friend to help me bury it in his garden. Might well have cut up his family with the shards.

Age 7: convinced the whole first grade that I was really an Indian. Gave one kid false hope that his skin could turn white like mine did. Let them forget it when my friend wanted to ask my mom which tribe we were from. Though I did keep some baby pictures under my mattress for a year, just in case the friend remembered and decided to check my scrapbook.

I'll leave it there. That's quite enough for one post--and besides, I'm nearing the age of actual responsibility. Shudder.

my naughtiness

Here's my confession...

From the time I was little to the time when I was old enough to know better, I was a sneak. I poked around in my siblings rooms to see what cool things they had.

Sorry, sisters! (I didn't do much snooping in my brother's room...)