The thing about me being bad...I couldn't do anything bad without getting caught! Here are the examples which include all of my bad childhood things:
1) I forged my mom and dad's signature on a report card when I was in the 6th grade because my teacher was failing me and I didn't want my parents to think I was 'stupid' because I was doing poorly in math...so I forged it. Would've been perfect, if I understood how transfer paper worked and that when you first write it in pencil and copy over in pen and erase the little pencil marks, it shows up on the copy underneath...busted! Not to mention grounded for a week!
2) I thought it would be fun to skip school one day, in the 11th grade, so I convinced one of my best friends and my boyfriend at the time to skip with me. We went into the woods and at the lake near our school. It just so happened that that particular day my boyfriend had submitted a letter to the office to ride home with me on my bus. We had no idea they'd call him out of class at the end of the day to just get his signature that he was riding my bus...so when they saw he wasn't in class, they came to find me...who wasn't in class along with my friend. The cop who worked at our school saw us from across the lake, and we ran. We thought we were safe, but then when we got back to the school to catch the bus...there were 3 teachers and a principal with their arms crossed. My dad still makes fun of me to this day, at age 25, for getting caught that day. I didn't get in trouble because my parents found it more amusing that I cried hysterically thinking I was going to jail.
3) I ended up actually arrested, because I thought at age 17 I could shoplift an $80 fake leather top. My friends did it, so why would it be so bad if I just took this ONE thing...oh yeah. Because when I do bad things, I ALWAYS get caught! I took off that evil little plastic piece with the dye just fine. I didn't, however, take off the little sticky metal strip from the price tag. Nice going. Alarms went off, I thought my parents were going to make me go to a home for delinquents or something, and I ended up arrested. Got community service because rather than run I broke down and while crying told them I'd tried to steal something so they didn't press charges..but I was banned from the mall for a year. My dad also teases me about this relentlessly. I never got in trouble at home. He found it too amusing that I thought I was going to be kicked out of the house or be locked up in jail until I was 21 or something. He always points the store out to me or when there's an ad for something leather-related, he brings it up. Hah, my dad is pretty cool that way, he figures the lessons I learn are punishment enough.
Other than that, I've gotten speeding tickets, and got OUT of a ticket (I have no idea how I was that lucky) but I was on my phone and was pulled over, he asked if I knew what I was pulled over for, I hoped it was speeding but he said I was texting. I said I wasn't. He said he saw my phone, so I said "I wasn't texting, I was on facebook." He started laughing so hard, he let me go with a warning. He did follow me for a LONG while, but somehow I got out of that one...but I have gotten maybe 5 or 6 of those traffic cam tickets (2 I fought in court and won because I was going the speed limit, and the camera basically was inaccurate) and a ticket for talking on the phone while driving even though I was at a stop light (I don't talk on the phone when I'm driving, I am afraid I'd get lost in the conversation and not pay attention). ANNND that's about it for my history of badness...
So, as you can see, this is why I tried to be a good kid. I can't get away with ANYTHING! I guess I'm just too much of a 'good girl' to successfully do bad things!