Before starting, let me tell you, this post was so touching it made me cry: Author Spotlight: EC Stilson
Now, onto the story about breaking into a house. . . .
Have you ever been locked out of your house? Well, yesterday my neighbor was.
I sat eating a cream-filled donut when suddenly my neighbor came over and told me everything. We called a locksmith. The cheat said he'd come out and charge more than my life's worth! So, my neighbor and I made other plans. We both jumped the fence--even though I'm thirty now and my best years are behind me. After checking the back door and several windows, my neighbor, who's half runway model half fashion photographer, had an idea. "I think that window's unlocked."
"Really?" I looked up at the window, about seven feet from the ground, and suddenly remembered my wild teenage years.
Two friends and I had this crazy obsession with going into icy drains where the run-off from the Wasatch Mountains flows.
The clear water would rush past, smelling of spring. You never knew when it would flood the chamber. Brushing death (or whatever that saying is) really got to me. "Most girls wouldn't have done that," my friend The Boarder confessed on various occasions. Anyway, we never died, obviously.
And I should probably stop writing about this because my mom never knew and if she reads this . . . Well, that's scarier than a storm drain.
P.S. If you want to know more about my time as a crazy teenager, please go here.
Have you ever broken into someone's house?