Let’s put “the way back machine” into drive.
Years ago.. and I mean YEARS. Let’s say… 1987 ( I guess that’s not TOO long ago for some of you old farts) there was a family that lived behind us, The Vesey’s. Cool folks they were. Our parents were friends and evan and I rough and tumbled it with the three kids all the time. They had a woodsy back yard and lived in a cul-de-sac so it was always good to play kick ball or hide and seek. Good times.
One afternoon in the middle of a kickball game, my mom shouted from the back fence that we had to come home. I underhand lobbed the ball to Adrianne (the oldest of the Vesy kids) and ran home.
Sounds innocent, doesn’t it?
Little did I know that when I walked in the front door I would be confronted by my parents asking why I flipped of the Vesey’s. My mom and dad were PISSED. I told them I didn’t do it… begged them to believe me but to no avail. I got a butt whoopin and was made to write and hand deliver an apology that read. “I’m sorry I was rude and obnoxious.” Mr. Vesey was a naval officer and pretty intimidating for a kid of my size so with him standing in the doorway i felt as small as an ant.
To this day I remember this incident. You know why? Because I was innocent. I didn’t flip ANYONE off.
I guess it was future punishment for all the times I snuck out to throw pine cones at cars and drink beer with my friends. They knew I would need it!
:-)
I don’t believe you.
;)