…with one question:
Have you ever gotten yourself into a little (or a lot of) mischief?
I’ll give you an example from my life. I was reminded of this from one of the “Guess the Reader” posts from yesterday.
One Saturday, when I was about 10 or 11, my dad was working in the attic only accessible by a ladder. My brother and I came home from playing outside and saw the ladder. Dad knew that he better do something to prevent disaster, so he told us to NOT go up there. He was going to take a break and watch the baseball game on TV.
We waited about 15 seconds and I was the first one up the ladder. It was a cheap house and the ceiling was only plasterboard with no insulation. We were hopping from beam to beam from the back of the house to the front.
Well, my foot slipped and the next thing I realized was my leg hanging below the ceiling. OVER THE TV where my dad was watching the ballgame. I looked down to see my dad’s face get red, open his mouth to yell, and the next thing, I was flying down the ladder and out the back door.
I stayed out for just an hour because I wanted to get back when the game was still on. The Tigers must have been winning because he only yelled once during a commercial. I survived.
So, what’s your story?