LOL Ron, I love it.
We swung on the grapevines every day or so even though we were told not to. We jumped off the high rocks at the lake too even though we had been warned not to. Never had any mishaps though. You handled it very well, I think. Thanks, I enjoyed the story.

ron you don't even want to know what kids now days are confessing! my 33 yo confessed driving to downtown detroit and buying liquor, in high school...i almost fainted...we had strict curfews, etc...but guess we should have done a breath test, too! i can blame a LOT of grey on him!

No....Because I can't keep a secret....AND....for some reason I couldn't tell a lie to my parents. My Mother told me she could tell when I was telling a lie and I believed her.

However, my Brother, knowing I couldn't keep a secret, never confided in me. I'm sure His secrets went to the grave with him.

Gayle

Ron I loved your story. I also grew up on a dairy farm and would take my flying saucer and the dog to the golf course to go sliding. I don't think I ever fell through the ice though.
I fessed up to a couple of things just before my dad passed...boy did he get mad! LOL I guess somethings are better left unsaid.

Yes Ron....sort of a story like yours only we were smart enough to get in trouble in the summer...lol

I was about 12, my cousin Keith was about 10 and Keith's oldest sister's boy was with us...he was about 7..( these ages are estimates...I can't remember anymore)

We lived near the river and the old water works. We use to play down there all the time.

One summer there was a huge buck hooked up on the end of the pilings out in the river. It had died out there and we wanted to see it so out we went. The Missouri river is a rough river. We had no business down there. We didn't go all the way to where the deer was. We were standing there when Dale (the youngest) fell off into the rapid moving water. Keith jumped in to get him , both of them were moving...I reached down and grabbed Keith by the pant leg.
He pulled Dale back and I pulled him...I don't know how in the world we all got back to dry land except by the grace of God.
We made a pack not to tell anyone about it.

We were grown by the time we finally told.

We could have all dissapeared that day. No one would have ever found us.

Just a little tidbit to add....When Dale grew up he had a son David....David and his friend played down there too...although Dale told his son he wasn't allowed to go to the river, they did. David's friend didn't come back...and they never found a trace of him.
His mother walked those shores daily for that whole summer hopping to find him.

The home that that family lived in had another family living in it years before...they also lost a son in that river.

It is a mean river.

When my son was a teen he would tell me he and his friends were going swimming. I always thought he was going to the public pool...I found out later they were jumping off the train Bridge over to Omaha into that mean River...

Jeff laughs and says..."when we hit the water we started swimming to shore...it would take us two or three blocks to make it"

He is 29 and is still Fess Up things that he did...Boy am I glad I didn't know about them then....

patti

I love your stories!

I have two things to fess up to...which I finally told my parents about 15 years later :)

When I was 7, I was doing cartwheels in the basement and kicked the volume knob off the television (this was way before remotes!). We spent the next 5 years turning the volume up and down with a pair of needle nose pliers.

When I was 13, I was jumping on my bed doing flips (can you tell I became a gymnast?). I had my flute on my bed....and I landed on it and bent it in HALF. I blamed it on my dog and went to my parents in tears.

I left home right after high school and immediately learned to smoke. I smoked for 3 yrs. and then came home to student teach, and quit cold turkey. My Daddy would have killed me. If he'd found out, he would have brought me home that day. We all smoked; had no idea it was bad for you. I remember the day they went to $.35 a pack. My roommate and I thought we'd never have any extra money again! (Remember, I'm real old!)

I told my parents I slipped off the path and fell in the creek. In reality I "tested the ice". :)

Wasn't strong enough yet. I had to run home to keep from getting to cold, change clothes, and consequently got to school late.

Moni

LOL. Just on Thanksgiving day 3 of my daughter were all here. Something came up, and I said, "Isn't it funny how now, years later, the truth comes out?".
Leslie

Nothing so scary as everyone else's stories. But we had a neighbor move and leave their dog, Patches. Patches later had 8 puppies out in the desert right behind our house. I fed her our dog's food and when my dad found out he told me to stop, that they would die anyway. My dad is a dog lover so I still don't know how he could say that. I kept feeding her so she could feed her puppies and later fed the puppies until I gave away all those puppies. She'd only let me near them and her. I don't know if my dad knew I kept feeding them or not.

We also used to climb up the trees in California onto the roof of our house. My mom didn't like us being up there but I didn't stop until I got covered in ants one time from one of those trees. The roof was flat so not too likely we would fall off.

It must be heriditary, though, because now my kids like to go on the roof of my house, especially Lauren. I've told her a million times that she's going to destroy my sunroom roof and/or fall off the house and break her neck, which has a slanted roof. I still catch her up there.

My brothers and their friends used to walk through the gutters on the way home from school in CA. Don't know if they ever told my parents or not.

I love the stories....but I don't have one.
I always got caught!

When I was 14 and my sister was 11, we moved to the suburbs. There was a lake across the street, actually more of a pond. One winter day, she went for a walk out on the ice and fell through. The neighborhood bully, named Dave, heard her screams and pulled her out. I never thanked him but I wish I could.

I have confessed several things to my parents as an adult. When I was in high school or college I finally confessed to what happened the first time I ever remember lying to my parents.

I was in first grade and my elementary school had a policy that if any students found change on the playground, we had to turn it into the office and at the end of the quarter, if nobody had claimed it, they returned it to us in class, taped to a 3x5 notecard. I remember several times the secretary coming to the class and passing out the found money back to the kids, and I wanted money to be passed out to me soooooo bad.

So I had lost my tooth and the "toothfairy" had given me 2 nickels, and my parents had them sitting on a hutch in our living room. So, I stole one of my own nickels, and turned it in to school saying that I found it on the playground, LOL. I clearly remember sitting around the table at dinner and my parents asking all of us if we took the nickel and I lied. I felt guilty about it for years. And, by the way, I did my nickel back at the end of the quarter. hahahaha!

Curlysue swung on the grapevines, we smoked them! LOL

Never did confess that, but I'm sure mama knew, she seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. LOL

We lived about 6 miles out in the country, no phone, but by the time we got home from our mischieviousness, mama would know already. LOL

My oldest DD has made some confessions over the last few years. She's 38 now and just now telling about things like, being with a group of friends from school one night, the truck turning over and sliding down the levee. I asked her not to tell any more secrets. LOL

I was the "good" twin - my job was to hang around and watch what my sister and others were up to and then go tattle! *L*

I don't think I'll ever fess up to my Mom. If she knew half the things about my first husband and his seriously dysfunctional family - she'd have had a heart attack. Now my 40+ year old brother got on a rant one day and told her way too much stuff that he had done as a teen. I think the poor woman was in shock!

Keep it to yourself people! lol

nothing that I'll even fess up to you peeps...maybe when I'm 80...

When I was younger, I worked at a company in the computer room at night. Back then, the computers had huge disks that you put in and out according to what you were working on. One night, I dropped one. I didn't need it for anything that night, so I just put it back and went on with my work. The next day, my supervisor called me to ask me if I had dropped a disk. I was so afraid of losing my job, I said "no". They asked about the cleaning lady, and I said I was in the room the whole time she was, which was the truth. I never did confess. They had a really hard time recreating all those documents from scratch. I have always felt guilty, although my confession wouldn't have kept them from having to recreate the documents, and I likely would have lost my job.

When I was maybe 5 years old my 2 year old brother and I were playing out front in our fenced front yard. My brother wanted to go out and I let him out of the gate. The police brought him home a couple of hours later to a very worried mother.

I didn't tell my parents that it was me that let him out unitl at least 35 years later. The look my mom gave me even then!

20 years later, my oldest sister admitted that she & other sister had been 'rough-housing' on the couch [I was the baby still in the crib] when 2nd sister 'fell' and ended up needing 5 stitches in forehead... hummmmm older sister probably 'pushed' a little -- don't you think? Oh, did I mention that it was Mother's Day and the grandparents were coming to dinner? Mom had good friends who came & took care of the 2 of us & kept an eye on the dinner while Mom & Dad headed to the hospital in the next town!!