I heard this evening someone was asking about something that happened decades ago. I was probably only 9 or 10 but one of my relatives friends remembers me hiding in the closet with her daughter who was the same age as me. Of course I don't remember that. I heard her mother and the daughter both remember it. Apparently she got in more trouble than me. My father probably didn't think anything happened so I don't remember being in trouble. I'm surprised someone remembers something like that. I can't even remember the people or who I was in the closet with.
How far back does your memory go? I'm assuming I was 9 or 10, I could have been younger than that. How old are people in the first grade? I know I wasn't older than that. I can't remember hardly anything from that long ago.
I remember riding the bus to kindergarten, which would have been 30 years ago. Of course, I am only 36 and I know a lot of you are older.
Anyway, to answer the original question, that depends on what you mean by trouble. I know the biggest trouble was in high school, because me and the girl who lived across the street, who went to the Catholic school, went wandering around my old high school late one night. Her parents just assumed we did it, but this was a girl I didn't have any interest in, mostly because I knew her boyfriend.
I do remember a time when I had to go to one of my brother's baseball games and one of the girls in my class that year, whose brother was on the other team, and I went walking in the park nearby and that was some sort of trouble there, but that wasn't as big.
I was eight when I met my cousin steffi. Her family had moved in next door and suddenly, instead of me and my brother, there was six kids running around between the two houses (next to each other). When I met Steffi, she just loved to smooch, kiss, nuzzle, hug, and rub body parts together. I was still at that "girls are yucky" stage. I sent her away and her feelings got very hurt. My mother then ordered me to "make nice with her, or else!!"
I soon found out that smooching stuff wasn't half bad. About that time, my mother declared that since there was so many kids running around that the kids would now sleep and bathe together. Since Steffi and I were 11 months apart, we were paired together. We bathed together (but hid ourselves) and slept in the same bed.
We soon became an item and our relatives thought "kissing cousins" was cool as we were always making out. But, within a year, the wheels fell off the wagon. Steffi, who was always a step ahead of me, decided to take our relationship to the next level. Once in bed, she stripped and recommended we rub our yoohoos together. I was reluctant, but gave in.
The next morning, her mother noticed Steffi's panties were on backwards. Since I was the guy, I caught holy hell. That was the end of the sleeping and bathing arrangement and I was actually relieved as I was catching heck at school about it.
We remained kissing cousins and an item, but we were now very closely watched. A year went by and a friend showed me a porno mag. I finally figured out how Tab A went into slot B. At that same time, Steffi found a public event where we could pull a switcheroo and get at least two hours of privacy to seal the deal.
It actually took eight months of planning and pooling of allowances. We bought the tickets for the event and gave them to our families, tellin each that we were going with seperate pairs of parents, actually leaving us at home alone.
After the cars left, we retired to the bedroom for the magic moment. She went in the bathroom to prepare herself (she wanted to wear makeup, and look beautiful). Finally, forty five minutes later, she emerged. She was beautiful. She took two steps.
We heard my mother's car skid to a stop outside. Within a minute, we were in deep dark shit. We were seperated by eight hundred miles and forbidden to communicate with each other.
Over the years, my mother took a perverse pleasure in telling me everything Steffi was doing. When she married, my mother wanted me to go to the ceremony (can you imagine? "I OBJECT!!") I didn't go, but my mother did. Afterwards, she told me "She married a guy who is just like you in every respect. I wonder why?"
As DandyDan said, "...that depends on what you mean by trouble." But, when I was perhaps 10 or 11, my neighbors, younger then me boy and older girl, got a puppy. The girl(about 14 or so) was holding the puppy against her breasts. I was petting the puppy and, I thought, without her noticing, the puppies. Well she certainly did notice (stupid me) and told me off in no uncertain terms. Nothing more happened over the incident, so I guess I was only in "trouble" with her.
I was in the 8th grade. (That's late, I know, by today's standards.) She and I were hugging and kissing in the church foyer, then later in class we passed notes about it. The teacher grabbed the notes and read them aloud. I won the American Legion Citizenship Award.
My first financially bad experience with the opposite sex was when I was 18. I remember falling in love with a webcam girl and spent over $1,000 on her...what a complete waste. This was when I was too young to go to strip bars (age 21 for the local ones) but old enough for a credit card (age 18).
Can't say I've ever had, or heard of (until now), any experiences like that at all. Sounds like it might have been fun. I was the late bloomer in school -- voice didn't change until I was away from home in college, for example -- so I didn't really "like" girls until well after I was "supposed to," and so people treated me like my body / hormones were "broken."
I do remember one girl from school I brought over to our house. I believe I was in elementary school and wasn't sure why I liked her so much but I did like her and I could tell she liked me. Her name was Donna. Amazing that I remember someone's name from that long ago. She visited me at my house and then she wanted me to ride my bike down to her house. I didn't know what she had planned at her house. Unfortunately, my mother seemed to be watching me like a hawk and said I could not visit her at her house. I had a repressed childhood. I would have enjoyed getting in more trouble.
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Anyway, to answer the original question, that depends on what you mean by trouble. I know the biggest trouble was in high school, because me and the girl who lived across the street, who went to the Catholic school, went wandering around my old high school late one night. Her parents just assumed we did it, but this was a girl I didn't have any interest in, mostly because I knew her boyfriend.
I do remember a time when I had to go to one of my brother's baseball games and one of the girls in my class that year, whose brother was on the other team, and I went walking in the park nearby and that was some sort of trouble there, but that wasn't as big.
I soon found out that smooching stuff wasn't half bad. About that time, my mother declared that since there was so many kids running around that the kids would now sleep and bathe together. Since Steffi and I were 11 months apart, we were paired together. We bathed together (but hid ourselves) and slept in the same bed.
We soon became an item and our relatives thought "kissing cousins" was cool as we were always making out. But, within a year, the wheels fell off the wagon. Steffi, who was always a step ahead of me, decided to take our relationship to the next level. Once in bed, she stripped and recommended we rub our yoohoos together. I was reluctant, but gave in.
The next morning, her mother noticed Steffi's panties were on backwards. Since I was the guy, I caught holy hell. That was the end of the sleeping and bathing arrangement and I was actually relieved as I was catching heck at school about it.
We remained kissing cousins and an item, but we were now very closely watched. A year went by and a friend showed me a porno mag. I finally figured out how Tab A went into slot B. At that same time, Steffi found a public event where we could pull a switcheroo and get at least two hours of privacy to seal the deal.
It actually took eight months of planning and pooling of allowances. We bought the tickets for the event and gave them to our families, tellin each that we were going with seperate pairs of parents, actually leaving us at home alone.
After the cars left, we retired to the bedroom for the magic moment. She went in the bathroom to prepare herself (she wanted to wear makeup, and look beautiful). Finally, forty five minutes later, she emerged. She was beautiful. She took two steps.
We heard my mother's car skid to a stop outside. Within a minute, we were in deep dark shit. We were seperated by eight hundred miles and forbidden to communicate with each other.
Over the years, my mother took a perverse pleasure in telling me everything Steffi was doing. When she married, my mother wanted me to go to the ceremony (can you imagine? "I OBJECT!!") I didn't go, but my mother did. Afterwards, she told me "She married a guy who is just like you in every respect. I wonder why?"
Yeah, gee.
I was in the 8th grade. (That's late, I know, by today's standards.) She and I were hugging and kissing in the church foyer, then later in class we passed notes about it. The teacher grabbed the notes and read them aloud. I won the American Legion Citizenship Award.