Boy, where do I start......
When I was 13, I would be alone at home for a few hours after school. So I wasn't supposed to go outside for any reason since I was by myself until my mother came home from work. Of course, I was playing outside all the time but I was always careful to be inside by the time she got home so my mother wouldn't know a thing.
Well, on one windy day, I got the idea to fly my kite in the driveway, even though there wasn't much room to get it air-borne. I step outside and when I close the screen door, the wind slams it shut, making the locking mechanism, which was defective, jam. I pull on the door and it won't open. The back door had bars all across to keep people from breaking in and all the windows were nailed shut so the front door was the only way in.
So here I am, crying, knowing I was in deep trouble not only for being outside but for locking everyone else out. My mother finally comes home and, of course, I can't tell her the truth about why I was outside. I tell her I lost a quarter and I was looking for it. She, somehow, by jiggling the door handle, unlocks it. And she says, "This has got to be the stupidest thing you ever did!"
