What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
September 20, 2023 | Sparkle Wednesday
As kids, we all make mistakes - some more than others.
Hopefully, we learn how to navigate the world over time without getting into too much trouble.
I'm the youngest of five children. When I was growing up, my oldest sister used to have some really cool clothing. My favorites included:
A 1970s-era hand-embroidered jean shirt. I think there was a sunrise or a rainbow on it? I wish she still had it.
A white Angora sweater. (This was my favorite to “borrow.” It didn't matter that I was allergic to Angora.)
A pair of bone-colored knee-high, high-heeled boots. (Another favorite. I didn’t care that my sister wore a size 6 feet and I wore a 7. I happily jammed my feet into those boots.)
A blue suede coat with a white faux fur collar. I think it was from Burman Buckskin. Her coat looked kind of like this one.
Anyway, she bought them with her own money, and they were special.
In middle school, I would sneak into her bedroom room and grab one of the coveted pieces of clothing, put it on, and quickly put my coat on so no one could see what I was wearing. I’m sure I looked fantastic.
Unfortunately, I was usually caught because I didn't always remember to wear deodorant. What can I say? I was a stinky sixth grader.
My punishment? My sister would rat me out to my parents, and there would be a discussion. Honestly, I really don’t remember getting into too much trouble over it. I guess my parents had bigger fish to fry.
What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
I did a number of things that looking back now, am not proud of but one night when I was 16 I decided to wait until my Mother was asleep & take her car & drive to the town of Peoria, 40 miles away. No reason to go there but wanted to be a dare Devil. So after my Mom took her hearing aids out, my girlfriend & I snuck out the back door & backed the car out of the garage. We drove over the lawn so we didn’t have to back out all the way. We drove to Peoria & drove back to Galesburg & snuck back into the house without her ever knowing that we had just driven 80 miles round trip. Poor Mom, she raised 3 girls all alone. Lots of pranks & crazy antics.
I feel like it’s an obligatory younger sister trait to steal her sister’s clothes, there’s something about them that are just so much better than your own clothes! I was a petite child, and the clothes that I liked didn’t fit me so I took to sewing them to fit me, my “fashion designer” phase. I think you can tell where this is going 🫣
I used to take Sophie’s clothes and hide them (which usually didn’t work well because we shared a bedroom), and once she was gone I would sew her clothes so they’d fit me and not her. Looking back on it now, it sounds genuinely evil. But back then, I thought I was a genius!