Man, I think i was in the sixth grade. Talk about an early Christmas present! Suddenly, I could give a rats ass about Christmas gifts. This was during the days of VHS so, just to be safe, I would always rewind it back to where I found it. There was an Asian themed one that helped mold me into the man I am today. The wheelbarrow, ftw!
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Oh, I've got a good one!
I remember when I used to live, well, only a few blocks further than the house I'm in now (which was a somewhat fancy apartment building, which I like at least 3x more than this duplex POS. Anyway...) and I cut school one day; I pretended to leave by opening and closing the door, and then proceeded to hide in the closet. If you're thinking "Was your mom home?" the answer would be yes -- why else would I hide in the damn closet? I sat in that closet fully clothed for 5 or 6 hours straight, and once it hit the time I usually get home (around 3-ish) I waited for her to head to the bathroom, and when she did I quietly crept out of said closet, opened and closed the door again (to give off the perception of me coming home), and then proceeded on as if nothing ever happened.
I should tell her now because she still has no idea that ever happened. As far as she's concerned, I went to school that day.
