: what did you get into the most trouble for when you were young :
(et) Before I write my answer, I have a quick caveat. My answer is not the worst thing that I did when I was young, it just happens to be the thing that I got into the most trouble for doing. When I was a Senior in high school I got drunk at a party the night before Mother's Day. I came home and proceeded to fall down the stairs, which were adjacent to my parents' bedroom. Needless to say, a drunk 18 year old falling down the stairs was enough to wake my Mom up. After my little stumble, I got a stern lecture, which I only slightly remember because I had been drinking MD 20/20 all night. The real trouble didn't come until later. At about 3:00 in the morning, my juvenile stomach and the "Mad Dog" had a slight disagreement, and I ended up puking all over my bed. As if this wasn't bad enough, my sister had left our Mother's day gift on my pillow, all nicely wrapped, so that I could sign the card. After my little puking episode, our gift ended up covered in vomit. Let's just say that my parent's took their anger out on both me and my hangover.
(b) I remember being confined to our yard once when I was little. And once I walked out on my dad when he told me I couldn't go out with my friends. But, I don't really remember being in trouble. Ever. Let's just wait and see if Mom or Dad leave a comment with a time they remember punishing...
(j) My gosh, opposites really do attract. I have too many to write about, but through these lessons, I have grown up to become a very nice person. The time I went out catfish fishing and camping with a group of my best friends, brought the most trouble to me. It was summer of my freshmen year, and we may have brought some beer out with us. I happened to be best friends with the principals son at the time and so everything we did was under a microscope. But I never thought my own brother would turn us in to the school for drinking beer and fishing. I got grounded for a couple of weeks, had to miss 3 games of varsity football games and received lots of ridicule from everybody in the small town I grew up in. Needless to say, my brother C and I didn't get along that well for the next year but we have had a lot to joke about since we have reconciled our differences.
(em) When I was about a year old, my parents thought I was growing up and decided to leave me alone in the house, outside of my kennel. While they were gone, in my extreme boredom, I began to tug at the carpet near our front door. Before I even realized it, I had torn a rip in the carpet more than three feet long. When my Mom and Dad came home, they were very mad at me. We didn't even play frisbee that afternoon.
