Preface: the following is by no means a particularly exciting story but it sticks out in my mind because it was one of the few times when I was young that I ever got in trouble with a family member that wasn’t my parents.
I’d like to think I was a good kid, at least before my teenage years. But every kid gets in trouble once in a while. One of these times was when I was out at the farm playing with my cousin. He had just got a set of new markers and we wanted to use them. Grandma’s house must not of had much scratch paper or something because we came up with the idea to color on Grandma’s garden shed. I think most kids would have drawn pictures but not us. We decided to run around the shed dragging a marker along the wall as we ran. Kids really do come up with random ways to entertain themselves. I can’t remember if we were caught in the act or if it was discovered later. Regardless, it was our aunt who found us out. Memory is a funny thing because I seem to remember her carrying us by the backs of our shirts, feet dangling, over to her house where Grandma was at the time. Like naughty little kittens being carried by the scruff of their neck by momma. But I don’t think we were off the ground. I think she just grabbed us by our proverbial scruff and marched off to recieve our chastising. Then we had to help clean it off. A bunch if the family did it with us. Thinking back on it now I’m surprised they didn’t make us clean it all ourselves. I never used those markers much after that. Besides, being outside exploring the farm was way more fun anyway.
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