Mine? Arrested on April 13, 1998 for "Criminal Trespassing". Pretty much I was at a huge party, a cop told me to leave, I hung around a while longer looking for a ride, and he arrested me to make me look like a fool in front of all my friends. Hell I didnt even have 1 drink that night..... I got the privelege of spending the night in the Lubbock County Jail, with all of the rapists, drug dealers, and theives. Yeah that was fun...... I never told my folks about it, and I dont plan on it.
Punishment of sending me back to my co-ed dorm, and looking at the finest girls in Texas? I'll take that any day of the week.
The lie I refuse to tell my parents is easy. I refuse to tell my parents everything pre summer of 2001.
Are your parents really strict or something? I don't see that you did anything wrong except you didn't leave when the officer asked you to but that was only cause you didn't have a ride. Why would you not tell your parents that if you were thrown in jail for no good reason at all? I want to die knowing that I lied to my parents over something like that .... especially when you weren't drinking and did nothing wrong. Are your parents going to automatically believe you were guilty because a stranger cop didn't give you a chance to catch a ride? Unless you did bend over for the soap...then I might understand. The reasons I would not tell my parents something like that would only be because: a.) my old man was so violent he would beat the hell out of me even if it wasn't my fault. b.) I would be kicked out of the house and disowned with no income while I'm still a dependent in high school or college c.) my parents would murder me, tie a rock to me, and throw me in the middle of a lake. Surely, your parents wouldn't use one of those options.
The time that I gave this girl who was stringing me along a thousand dollars in cash. She has only paid back about a hundred of it. There is another thing but no one will ever find about it, especially my parents.
When I was 9 I was riding my bike with my 2 year old sister on the handle bars, I went off a crub and she flew off and died and a buried the body and told them I saw her ascend into Heaven . Well actually She just got her face messed up and I told them she fell off a trailer, A lie they still believe to this day. and Some stuff you just cant tell anyone.
I have a remarkably open relationship with my parents. I actually go out and drink with my father quite a bit. I've told them all about my drug years in high school and college. I've told them about most of the unbelievably stupid stunts I've pulled, like throwing fireworks at a drunk driver while I was a passenger in his car, or the nightly games of "chase" I used to play with cops in the neighborhood, beginning each night with me pelting their cars with rocks (they never thought it was funny)... My parents know all of these things now. I have told them. (I was an idiot when I was young; it can be argued that I've matured in some ways since then ) But I will never tell my parents how many times I had sex in their bed during my high school years.
I've told my parents nearly everything, from doing drugs to implying about my sex life. However, I won't tell them about the time I loaned $500 to some buddies of mine to make some college football bets. Not that big a deal, but I still can't believe it myself that I did it, especially since it took 6 months to get paid back.
About the only thing I refrained from telling my parents was about the time that I got held-up when a friend and I were looking at Corvettes thru the glass of a closed dealership. I figured my mom would make a big to-do about it, and seeing how I wasn't hurt nor do I lose money (my friend was the one who actually lost something), I didn't need to. They found out anyway and it was no big deal -- they didn't tell me they knew for quite a while. But then, I'm not really the sort of person to throw rocks at cops or anything, so I don't have anything big to keep as secrets (plus, my brother might be reading ).
"But Dad! I wasn't speeding! The engine just exploded, that's all" After a week in the shop and several hundred dollars later, as I'm picking up the car, the mechanic says to me... "Try and keep it under 130 next time, kid"
Police chases, anyone? That would be SO cool! I wouldn't dare try that without a trusty McLaren F1, of course.
