lots of silly things here. Confirms what I tell my kids- I was a nerd or a geek or whatever you want to call it. Or maybe because I had strict parents- more like it.
Most I did-on Senior Skip day (77th day of school for 1977) went to my friend's house. My brother drove past, told my Mom. She didn't yell but gave me an excuse for school.
In first grade I decided (for who knows what ungodly reason) to put a bobby pin in an electrical socket. Can we say the smell of burning flesh stays with you a long time? I still have the scars on my thumb and index finger.
I think that's the worst of it. Like I said, nerd.