I'm going to tell you a story.
When I was little, my sister and I used to go to my grandparents ranch/hay farm/house in the summertime. Not every summertime, but a fair few.
Anyways, usually my cousins, who were fantastic, would join us, and a fun time would be had by all.
During these trips, if there were no adults accompanying us to ruin the fun, my cousins and I would get to sleep in the "Little House", which was a small one-room cabin that stands on the property. We aren't sure how it got there. All we know is that the Little House, with it's circa-1985 electric blankets, dodgy plumbing and rattling, boggart infested heater, has always been there, and being able to sleep in it was the epitome of grown-upedness, second only to being allowed to sleep in the 1985 Winnebago.
This particular trip, for whatever reason, we had been allowed access to the Little House, and my cousins and I were having a super-groovy dance party. We had all watched "Stepmom" that morning, and we were now obsessed with the song "Ain't no Mountain".
Somewhere during this party, we thought jumping on the bed would be a good idea.
After all, this is childhood. Jumping on the bed is ALWAYS a good idea.
How very wrong we were.
About ten minutes into our jumping extravaganza, there was a jarring thud, a horrific breaking sound, and the bed became about six inches shorter on the top right hand side.
OMG
Upon further inspection, it was discovered that we had put the bed through the floor of the Little House.
OMGOMGOMG
Children break many things.
Toys
Books
Electronics
Bones
But never, in my entire 12 years on the planet, had I managed to do permanent damage to an actual structure.
As the eldest, it fell to me to approach my grandmother, most wonderful woman on the planet, and explain to her that I had broken the Little House. I don't know why I didn't finagle my younger cousins into doing it. Or my sister. Maybe I tried, and they, like intelligent people, said "No Way, Jose"
I don't remember what happened the rest of that day.
I do know that we slept on couches in the big house that night.
The end.
When I was little, my sister and I used to go to my grandparents ranch/hay farm/house in the summertime. Not every summertime, but a fair few.
Anyways, usually my cousins, who were fantastic, would join us, and a fun time would be had by all.
During these trips, if there were no adults accompanying us to ruin the fun, my cousins and I would get to sleep in the "Little House", which was a small one-room cabin that stands on the property. We aren't sure how it got there. All we know is that the Little House, with it's circa-1985 electric blankets, dodgy plumbing and rattling, boggart infested heater, has always been there, and being able to sleep in it was the epitome of grown-upedness, second only to being allowed to sleep in the 1985 Winnebago.
This particular trip, for whatever reason, we had been allowed access to the Little House, and my cousins and I were having a super-groovy dance party. We had all watched "Stepmom" that morning, and we were now obsessed with the song "Ain't no Mountain".
Somewhere during this party, we thought jumping on the bed would be a good idea.
After all, this is childhood. Jumping on the bed is ALWAYS a good idea.
How very wrong we were.
About ten minutes into our jumping extravaganza, there was a jarring thud, a horrific breaking sound, and the bed became about six inches shorter on the top right hand side.
OMG
Upon further inspection, it was discovered that we had put the bed through the floor of the Little House.
OMGOMGOMG
Children break many things.
Toys
Books
Electronics
Bones
But never, in my entire 12 years on the planet, had I managed to do permanent damage to an actual structure.
As the eldest, it fell to me to approach my grandmother, most wonderful woman on the planet, and explain to her that I had broken the Little House. I don't know why I didn't finagle my younger cousins into doing it. Or my sister. Maybe I tried, and they, like intelligent people, said "No Way, Jose"
I don't remember what happened the rest of that day.
I do know that we slept on couches in the big house that night.
The end.
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