Moms talked to Mike’s mom, everyone got grounded for life.
By then we enforced our code with the
sleeping bag of horrors
not the sleeping bag of horrors!
That old military sleeping bag that Mike had that we’d zip one of us up in. Chicken out of
Truth
or
Dare?
Act like a bitch? Get the bag.
Every sleepover we’d get someone into that sleeping bag.
Everyone eventually got their turn. Pretty sure we got Mike in there at least once.
justice doesn’t work unless it’s impartial
We all feared the bag.
it was more like a rough massage, you learn to turtle up well
In 6th grade that
girl liked me
and let people know about it.
Seemed like everyone was all about the gossip back then, those first relationships people begin to talk about.
Learning vicariously through the experience of others, good choices and bad.
that girl who dated the senior in high school
Yeah that was like a six year difference, then she had a baby the next year in 7th grade.
