QotD: I Hope My Parents Aren't Reading This...December 27, 2006
What’s something you did when you were younger that you still haven’t confessed to your parents?
- As a kid, I broke the button in the mouse for our Mac IIsi, probably by hitting it too hard after losing some dumb game. I opened it and tried to fix it, but I couldn’t get it to work reliably anymore. When my Dad asked, I feigned ignorance.
- When I was in grade school, my parents took away my Magic cards because I was getting bad grades. I thought it was unfair, so I secretly took back my main decks and left the rest. I was dumb enough to carry a card box to my friend’s house, under the pretense that some other game was inside, so I’m sure my Dad knew. I still feel awful about this.
- I was in a bowling league, but I eventually got bored of it. Each time my Dad dropped me off at the bowling alley, I’d go in, wait until he drove away, then walk 2 miles to the comic store and use the bowling money to buy Magic cards. I still feel awful about this.
- While my parents were away on vacation, I had some friends over. We were in the basement messing around, and my friend who was jumping on my brother’s bed or something ended up collapsing part of the rickety ceiling tile assembly. I claimed that it fell on its own, but that’s stupid.
- Shortly before college, I really wanted an iMac. My grades were still miserable, so my Dad was ambivalent about getting me one for my graduation. I told this to my older coworker at JCPenney, and she offered to loan me the money to buy one. I ordered a 333MHz Lime iMac, and I secretly set it up in my room, taking it down and hiding it in the closet when I wasn’t using it. Then, my Dad offered to buy me an iMac after all (in retrospect, probably testing me because he knew I already had one). I happily agreed and a couple of days later, I made up an elaborate lie about how my friend at work had to buy it for me in order to take advantage of a sale that was about to end, and that he should write her a check. I still feel awful about this.
These are just the first five things that come to mind, but I’m sure I could go on all day. Most of them are made worse by how obvious it must have been to my parents that I was deceiving them, but that they didn’t call me on any of it. I was a dreadful child.