What is the scariest thing.....

Ok, well, when I was just starting to walk my brother almost ran me over with a car, that was pretty scary for them.

The only other time I really scared them was a few months ago when I went for a walk at a state park alone and then was gone for longer than they expected.  So, a 19 year old girl walking in a forrest alone,  yeah, pretty stupid. But I was bored and then got fascinated with what was at the end of the trail.  I walked for about an hour and never found the end of the trail.  Then a storm was coming so I decided to head back.  A storm sounds very ominous when you are in the forrest.  I ran about half way back because it was so creepy. We were also on a river so mom was afraid I may have fallen in and drownd or something like that.

Hmm...well, we blame my brother for most of what I did

When I was around 3 (do kids have tricycles at 3?  I was whatever the youngest age for tricycles would be) my brother opened our sliding glass door that was downstairs.  I went out and around to the front yard.  I saw the mailbox and apparently figured since I'd seen everyone else get the mail, I would too.  I rode about 1/2 way across the street and got scared from all the cars (this was a relatively busy street, I'm so lucky drivers saw me) and stopped.  Traffic backed up in both directions and people started honking.  My dad looked out the window and saw me sitting in the middle of the street.

Another time we were getting ready to go on vacation and I was very excited (4 or 5 yrs old) and I came running out of my brother's room.  Our hallway was an L shap and the corner of the L was outside his door.  Well, I didn't judge the turn very well and ran head first into the corner.  So instead of vacation we went to the emergency room.

The only other thing I can think of is when I was maybe 7 my brother and I were riding our bikes.  It was a small town and we were allowed to go to certain places as long as we asked for permission.  Well we were coming back and my brother said he knew a shortcut.  We rode all over creation, I think.  It one point we were up higher than the main road and we could see the main road.  We saw my mom's van out driving around and we *knew* we were in trouble.  When we finally got home we got in trouble, Jimmy more so than me b/c he was older and I had been told I had to stay with him.

hmm.....

I think most of what I've 'done' to my parents revolves around work.... I've pulled pit bulls out of drug houses, spent hours catching cats in an abandoned hotel room, etc....

I remember one night I was working the e-van with another girl, and we didn't have any calls - so we just drove around, until like 2 in the morning. I wasn't paying attention to my phone... needless to say, my mom was not a happy camper when I got home....I did it a few times, not on purpose though!

When I was really little, like unable to walk little, I had one of those baby walkers - I guess to strengthen my legs? Anyways... my dad had left the door open to the basement, and I guess I wanted to go see daddy..... the walker has wheels on it - and I went down the stairs....all my mom said she heard was bang, bang, bang BOOM (landning on the concrete floor). I was fine, no broken bones.

I would say overall, my brother and I were good kids. We are rarely home, but we stayed out of trouble, for the most part.

The scariest thing I did to my mom... I guess I was about 3-4 when I decided I could fly and went racing across the living room shouting "I can fly, I can fly" and promptly ran into a shelf with my forehead and knocked myself out. To this day almost 40 years later I have an indentation in my forehead!  LOL - it's funny to me because I don't remember any of it!   Scariest thing I ever did that my mom didn't find out about was squirting perfume into a candle to watch it flame out (Stupid I know but fascinating!)  I was in jr high - it was great till the carpet caught fire!   

I lived on a street that connected to the square (4 roads connecting, all 1 mile each) and my brother and sister and I would always be riding our bikes or rollerblading around the square and that was fine with my parents. Of course we never wore our helmets. Well, my friend down the road had a birthday party and my parents let me ride my bike to her house. It was always understood that I could go no farther than the square and I never did, until my friend who lived farther down the road wanted to ride our bikes to her house. Her house was only about 2 miles away (3 miles from my house). So we took off to her house and were almost there when we had to go down a steep hill. I was trying to be all cool and take my hands off the handlebars when my front tire caught the edge of the road where some gravel had broken off. I went flying off my bike and skidded a good 10 feet down the road on my back. Luckily there were no cars coming. My glasses went flying across the road and my back was skun so bad you could see my ribs.

My friend Mary rode her bike to Danielle's house to get her dad while Danielle helped me walk to her house. Her dad came and put my bike in the back of his truck and took me to their house. Never had my mom shown up so fast! I got yelled at for going too far on my bike and spent a week home from school. My mom was literally picking dirt and rocks out of my back.

I never did tell her that it was my fault for not having my hands on my handlebar! lol

 I dont remember this at all but my mom told me that when I was like 3 or 4 she woke up becuase she heard some noices in the kitchen. She walked out to find me standing on a foot stool thing at the counter cutting little pieces of  bread with a butcher knife and feeding it to the dog. lol. I guess I kept doing it because she told me that eventually they had to put one of those chain security things on my door so I would'nt keep getting up and doing it...Oops