A is for Adolescent Rebellion, or lack thereof...
Well, for those of you who read my previous entries... I have no friggin' idea where they went! I don't know if I somehow deleted them by accident or if there was a website malfunction. Either way, I'm gonna keep going! Now, let's get back to business: I was the brattiest when I was a little kid. I would steal my older sister's Cabbage Patch doll and hide it in my room, and then deny any knowledge of it when my mom asked where it was. I once drew all over my white bedspread with colored markers. I dismantled the knob on my bedroom door because I wanted to see if I could put it back together - I couldn't, and trapped myself in my room in the process. Even so, I was a pretty good kid, and when I did mess up, I got punished. When you get spanked for doing something wrong, you learn your lesson and don't do it again. Thank you Mom and Dad for disciplining me when I needed it. When I turned 13, I was a huge d-o-r-k (and no, I won't share ...