When you're a teenager, doesn't forbidden fruit always seem the sweetest, beckon the strongest? (Thankfully this urge to push limits and test boundaries fades with age or we'd all wind up as jailbirds - or were the rest of you more law-abiding than my friends and I were? We didn't exactly exemplify the straight and narrow in those days, though most of us came to our senses over the years.)
The Sunday Scribblings prompt this week, forbidden, got me reminiscing about some of the stunts we used to pull in high school. (Note: if you are the parent of a teenager or ever hope to become one you should probably avert your eyes now or risk not sleeping for the next six years.) Among this long list was one I hadn't thought of in years - late night swims. About midway through the summer, when the nights were hot and sultry and we'd all become bored with hanging around our usual haunts, someone would invariably suggest a swim. Only catch was that by sheer bad luck none of us had a pool of our own, the ocean was too far away, and the local lakes were well patroled and quite closed at night. What was a hot and sweaty teenager to do?
Why, hop the fence of course.
We may not have had pools of our own, but we did have a swanky day camp right down the road, complete with a beautiful, inviting Olympic-sized swimming pool set amidst acres of manicured grounds - in other words, far, FAR from the nearest road. The ten-foot high fence around the pool was a challenge, but not an insurmountable one (get it? insurmountable? nevermind...), not with that cool blue water beckoning just a few feet away. A little bit of effort
Ahh, the good ole' days. Of course if my own kids were ever to try a stunt like this I'd have to ground them well into next year...
With stories like this (and others much worse which could turn a parent's hair gray overnight, not to mention a whole other set no less hair-raising from their father) is it any wonder that one of my biggest fears is getting a teenager who is just like me...