When we are little or in our teens we do a lot of mischievous and cheeky things which now as a twenty-something-year-old, I have learnt, can be pretty darn annoying/horrible/silly! I will now confess to you a number of the naughty things I did as a youngster and which I am yet to say sorry for, some are harsher than others, but I hope I am forgiven 😉
I am sorry for all the times…
♡ I ran past a crossing, pressed the button so that the lights turned red when I had no intention of crossing the road.
As a driver who has to commute in rush hour traffic and someone who is always praying for the lights to stay green a little longer, I now understand how infuriating it can be…oops.
♡ I was in a supermarket and thought it was my prerogative to ‘try before you buy’ at the pic ‘n’ mix stand.
I can definitely remember on one occasion sneaking a chocolate raisin, I want to say that it was because I wanted to be sure they weren’t the dreaded rival, (chocolate peanuts-umm, gross!) but truth be told I can’t remember buying any afterwards.
Well we all know that stealing is wrong, a criminal offence in fact, but who would want to hurt a normally innocent 10-year-old? 😉
♡ I stuck chewing gum to the bottom of the desk at school.
Eurgh, yuck, gross. Even I am disgusted at myself, but I thought I was ever so rebellious and simply following in the footsteps of such daring students who sat at that desk once before me… and to those of you who are crying out that you never did such a thing at school, well, your nose just grew 😉
♡ I am sorry for the one particular time when I wrote in my beautiful purple velvet note book.
It was divided into three sections, a gorgeous note pad in the centre third, a sweetly decorated pocket in the inside cover and completing the set was a slightly slimmer note pad with the words ‘My Wish List’ written at the top. I can’t remember how old I was exactly but I loved this writing set and wrote out wishes quite frequently, ripped out the page and tucked it inside the pocket, hoping it would come true.
However, on one completely horrible occasion (and I don’t know what possessed me), I decided it would be ever so charming of me to write in big letters on a piece of paper from the wish list:
‘I WISH MY BROTHER DIDN’T HAVE CHUBBY HANDS’.
Years and years later, we made this discovery and my whole family can laugh about it now, but by god was I a bitchy sister, haha. So yeah, James, I am really sorry 😉
♡ I am sorry for the time it was a lovely sunny day and I decided to skip school and head to the beach.
For some stupid reason I asked another of my friend’s to explain to the teacher that I couldn’t possibly attend school because the night before I got hit on the head with a basketball and was subsequently suffering. Pfffffft, like my teacher believed a word of it, haha but to be fair I had a marvellous beach day with another friend who I couldn’t possibly name and shame 😉
♡ I am sorry for the time I threw fruit in the road for passing cars to dodge (or squish).
Again, I can’t remember how old I was but my house at home in Bournemouth is in quite a quiet location and children are often seen ‘playing out’. On one particular summer’s evening I remember the fun and frolics I had with my neighbour.
We sat together on the pavement at the side of the road, eagerly anticipating cars to drive past (this was probably a bit dangerous – don’t play in the road kids!)), but while we waited we delicately placed handfuls of fruit which had fallen from a nearby tree, in the middle of the road. For some strange reason we got so much joy out of watching and hearing the cars drive past squashing every piece as they went. Why? I hear you ask, well, I really couldn’t tell you haha, but it probably worried the drivers a little as they went crunch, crunch, crunch over them all, again, oops.
♡ Finally, for the handful of times (I actually loved school) I didn’t do my homework.
However, when confronted by my teacher, I simply ‘admitted’ that my work was on my memory stick and I had left it at home. I guess you could say it was the modern day version of ‘my dog ate my homework’, so in other words, I was a little genius ;).
So there you have it my fellow bloggers and lovely readers, my ever so sweet confessions of my youth. I now nominate the beautiful Kate Harden-England , one of my best friends and fellow blogger, to reveal her confessions of a blogaholic. XO.