Sunday, December 20, 2009

Dear Mom and Dad

Mom and Dad,

I am sorry about fighting with my siblings all the time while growing up. I'm sorry for all the excessive tattling. I'm sorry that we broke Mom's hour glass when it was timing us to clean our room. I'm sorry that we stole wood from the neighbor's yard to make a fort. I'm sorry that we rode our bikes on the trampoline and ripped a hole in it. I'm sorry that I ate all of the pomegranates off the tree before you had a chance to enjoy any. I'm sorry that I got mad and "ran away" and hid and ignored you all when I heard you calling my name. I'm sorry we would climb on the roof of the house. I'm sorry I played on the roof of the brand new van of the neighbor's. I'm sorry we would stuff so much stuff under our beds, in our closets, and anywhere else when we were supposed to be cleaning. I'm sorry that instead of cleaning we spent our time stuffing books down our pants so that the spanking wouldn't hurt as much. I'm sorry we thought that you wouldn't notice the books. I'm sorry that Vince and I rode our bikes to 7-11 with some friends and bought candy cigarettes and pretended to "smoke" them on the way home. (Whoops...didn't know about that one?) I'm sorry that I threw all those parties while you were out of town, that resulted in a broken fence, flooded hot tub, cars wedged sideways between the barn and other outbuilding, and a lot of other damage that you hopefully didn't notice until I had moved out. I'm sorry I would purposely ride my bike to Young Women's so that I could leave early before it got dark, and yet still come home well after dark. I'm sorry I would take an extra long time walking home from school, making extra stops on the way home. Especially on the days that I had piano lessons. I'm sorry I lied about spending the night at Annalee's house. I'm sorry that you saw Annalee's parents that night and figured it all out. I'm sorry I slid down the piles of rocks back by the creek and ripped a hole in my pants. I'm sorry I would always raid Mom's top drawer for candy. I'm sorry I would always raid Dad's jar for quarters so I could stop at 7-11 on my way home from school. I'm sorry I snuck out of the house and had you so worried/mad that you had me arrested. I'm sorry you never knew just how many times I snuck out. I'm sorry that I stole that pack of bubble gum when I was 4 years old, and left all the evidence on the bathroom floor. Now please, pretty please...TAKE BACK ALL OF THOSE PRAYERS that you made requesting that I get children just like me.

Saturday, December 19, 2009


Can anyone explain this to me? No one in my household can...