Monday confessional - the burnt carpet and other shenanigans

Growing up, my siblings and I did numerous stupid and idiotic things that we vehemently denied out of fear of getting in trouble. 

Example #1: peeling off all the bark we could reach on a big old tree in the preschool playground over our back fence and then pleading our innocence when the preschool teachers came looking for the culprits because it was causing the tree to die. Oops, really?!! We had no idea it would do that and felt extremely guilty. Not guilty enough to confess however. 

Example #2: hiding in the tall grass field across the street from a family friend's house that our parents were visiting and throwing rocks at cars as they drove by. Oh yes we did. We got out of dodge quick when a car stopped and the driver stormed to the house looking for some parents to complain to. And then we denied it. 

At this point I would like to ask what kind of hooligans my parents thought they were raising?! Good grief, I horrify myself! But I remember in both scenarios our foolish acts were not out of maliciousness and we didn't foresee what real damage could be done. We were just extremely young and stupid. 

And speaking of young and stupid, try taping a piece of paper onto the end of a drinking straw and inserting it into your newly installed gas heater to see if it would light fire. Yes, yes it would. I was about 8 years old and my little brother Jamin, who was my poor naive accomplice, was only 6, and when it caught fire we were so shocked we dropped the straw on the carpet and burned a hole in it before we could stomp it out. And then we denied it. 

The problem was that Kelly wasn't involved in this mishap but happened upon the scene of the crime right afterward so she promptly tattled and the evidence did us in. Darn that Kelly! 

Jamin and I were given the option of getting a giant walloping with the "woppet" (yes, that was actually written on it by our mother), or spending the rest of the day in our bedrooms. We greatly feared the woppet and quickly chose our rooms, but unfortunately my room faced the driveway so I could see Kelly dancing and prancing outside my window, ON PURPOSE, gloating in her freedom and being generally evil.

I couldn't stand it. I changed my mind, faced the woppet (applied in love, or so we were told), and then stood outside Jamin's bedroom door trying to convince him to do the same so that I could play with him and NOT my sister, who after turning on us was now to be avoided like the plague. It took an hour but Jamin finally came round, and afterward I don't even remember but I can only hope we didn't speak to Kelly for the rest of the day.

I mean, of course I'm not harboring any hard feelings. I love you Kel!

Kelly, me, and Jamin in all our coordinating glory.

The real crime, I fear, are those matching homemade outfits and the corny poses that we always seemed to be caught in (as evidenced in multiple pictures from over the course of our childhood), and for that I deny ANY responsibility.