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I was always in trouble for playing kissing games with Laura in my Lutheran kinder-garden, yep even liked the boish ones back then.
I would do stupid things for spite, like knocking over the chair and refusing to pick it up made my mom so made after asking and telling me that my aunt who lived down the block heard her screaming at me and came to check on us. I still wouldn't pick it up for my mom or my favorite aunt. Mom was in tears when she gave up.
Dad was building a large play house bigger than my bedroom and he had some windows he was gonna use in it left over from a job somewhere else, apparently he took too long and I soon discovered I thoroughly enjoyed the sound of breaking glass. looked up as I was smashing the last one when I saw his shadow on the ground... opp's didn't think that one through did I?
I decided long pig tails were too tight and pulling out my mind so I didn't want them anymore i tried to cut them my self between my scalp and the hair tie i gave up half way through and when mom took my hair out to brush it my long pretty blond hair that she loved ended up in her hand and she freaked out! My cousins love this story, more than thirty years latter they still find it funny has hell.
The teenage years were mostly jumping off various roofs, Showing the guys in the apartment complex that a girl could take them on and win, watching the other girls get drunk and stupid, filling the hot tub with soap, sneaking out just to sneak out or jump the gate of the local pool with no one else around was my favorite nighttime pastime float in the darkness and star at what ever stars that could be seen in some variance of San Bernadino or Riverside Southern California.