A Childhood Memory
I remember once when I was about 7 years old. My cousin and I were outside playing. He was 5. I got bored, and when I get bored I always come up with some brilliant idea to get into trouble. My idea at that time was to create a new game. I told him we had to stand on the side of the road and wait for a car to drive by. just as it was passing by us, we had to take a rock and trow it over the car to the other side of the road, without hitting the car. I threw the first rock. Yup!! I hit the car on the roof. The car slammed on it's breaks at the impact and skidded down the road. We both froze with our mouths opened wide. The car came to a stop and started backing up. I grabbed my cousins hand and we ran up the road and hid behind a tree. The driver stopped in front of my house and got out and went to the front door. I watched as he talked to my aunt and uncle. Then he left. The next thing I heard was my uncle yelling for us. My cousin started to cry. I told him to be quiet and let me handle it. We waited until they had called us a few times and then started walking back down to the house pretending that we had been up the road playing the whole time and didn't know what was going on. When it became apparent to me that they knew it was us, I started to cover my tracks. We got in the house and they sat us down and demanded to know who threw the first rock. I admitted that the game was my idea but what I didn't tell them was that the first rock was thrown by me. Instead, I told them my cousin threw it. He got in so much trouble. He got a whipping and I got off scott free. He tried to tell them that it was me that threw the rock but they didn't believe him. I had a very innocent face. I really should have gotten a whipping for that. I should have gotten a whipping for a lot of crap I did as a child.
Don't worry! More stories will come. Now thanks to an EP friend, I am going down memory lane.