Here’s something you should know about me, I am an only child. While I didn’t have siblings to grow up with, I did have cousins. There were four of us. Three girls and one boy. The boy being the oldest. We would have so much fun together. The girls stuck together. The boy wanted very little to do with us. He was the oldest and didn’t want to be stuck hanging out with girls. We didn’t care, we had each other and could harass him when we saw fit. We spent most of our time at our grandma’s house. While we did have loads of fun together we also got into loads of trouble. I was innocent in most occasions. It’s my blog, I’ll tell the story the way I want.
On one particular occassion, my cousin and I were playing around in the bathroom of all places. Why that seemed like a playroom… I dunno. We decided that the shower rod would make a great swing. So that’s what we did. We swung. Or at least we hung… for a second. The thing snapped right out of the wall. We were terrified. What in the world were we supposed to do? We’re in the bathroom, right across from our granny’s room and we just broke the shower curtain rod because we were HANGING from it. We had enough sense to know that this wasn’t going to go over well. What did we do you ask? We knew we were gonna get it so we decided to run away. That’s right, we ran for it! We flew out of that bathroom, down the stairs and out of the front door! We ran all the way down the street – at least five houses down. Then we stopped. We hadn’t really come up with a plan for what next. Where the heck were we running to? Then it dawned on us, we were hungry! We decided that having dinner was a fair exchange for the spanking we knew we were getting.
We walked back to grandma’s house, pitiful faces in tow. I don’t remember what happened after that. I don’t know if we actually got a spanking, I don’t remember how the shower rod got fixed. I just know that I’m still here to tell the story and laugh about it so, it couldn’t have been that bad.
This was written as a part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. The prompt was: write about a time you got in BIG trouble as a kid.