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I found treasures in her many handbags with coin purse inside,she left the change and there were plenty of dimes and quarters for a kid to splurge on coca cola,chocolate bars and twisted donuts.
It turned out I am not the only one,my brother found it too.
We dont tell anyone,we have no allowance then,just busfare to go to school.
Nothing. My parents were old school & they reinforced to me that there's nothing I can do that they won't find out. That was reason enough for me to stay straight. Kids that grow up with too much freedom are the product of lazy parents that are too worried about being their child's "friend". Coming and going without question wouldn't work in a black household with old-school black parents.
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Nothing too major for me
The fact that I bunked off school once was the only major thing for me.
- My mom has no knowledge of 2 of the 6 out of school suspensions I got during HS.
- During my sophomore year of HS, I got a gun drawn on me during a neighborhood fight I started.
- My next door neighbor and I shared his dad’s beers and porn collection on a daily basis.
I hid my internet browsing. Yes, that kind of browing. I saved the pictures and videos---downloaded via 32-kb dial-up, no less---in the C:\Windows\system32 folder; my parents never seemed to bother checking there. Or less frequently, on floppy disks I kept in my backpack, effectively hiding it in plain sight. Since Google didn't exist back then, I used AltaVista or Lycos (damn, I feel old!) to find them. I guess being a computer geek long before it was cool had its upsides. Many of those sites I browsed no longer exist.
I also hid my drinking. Me and my friends would fan out, hit up multiple grocery stores, and buy large quantities of, wait for it... vanilla extract! It contains up to 90% alcohol. We'd mix it into into Coca-Cola, resulting in a nasty-tasting drink with a strength of an IPA beer. Then we met in the basement of someone with the laxest parents, and drank to our hearts' content. At the end, I walked home and quietly let myself in. Either my parents' sense of smell isn't that good or they trusted me too much, because they never noticed.
as a teenager i was beginning to smoke and i would go down to the church near me and pick up butts that people would run outside and smoke during breaks in the preachers sermon ,, i would take them home and finish them in the bathroom of our house .. never occurred to me that my parents could smell the smoke ...
Wow, let's see. Pot & paraphernalia, cigarettes, magazines.
Normal stuff that working class kids in the 1970's his from their parents.
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I saved the pictures and videos---downloaded via 32-kb dial-up, no less---in the C:\Windows\system32 folder; my parents never seemed to bother checking there. Or less frequently, on floppy disks I kept in my backpack, effectively hiding it in plain sight. Since Google didn't exist back then, I used AltaVista or Lycos (damn, I feel old!) to find them. I guess being a computer geek long before it was cool had its upsides. Many of those sites I browsed no longer exist.
