All are welcome to join in and a list of the questions can be found here.
Mom was the Terminator decades before the Terminator was a thing. If she said don’t do something, you didn’t. Period.
Walk into a store and steal? Nope. I wasn’t giving my mom a reason to kill me. I chose to live.
Daddy was Judge Dredd. His word was law. He said, “Go ahead, act a fool. Get arrested if you want to, but do not call me because I’m not coming to get you.”
I had eight siblings and that call never came from any of us. We knew Daddy was not to be played with. (Okay, there was that one time in the late 60s when my older sis took part in a some big street protest. The police herded all the students back into the high school, and parents were called. Daddy. Was. Not. Happy.)
While I never stole from a store, that doesn’t mean I didn’t steal. Five of those eight siblings were sisters, and four of us were close enough in age and size to wear some of the clothes.
Toss in a vat of PETTY and things “disappeared” all the time.
Wonder if Cleo still thinks about her favorite yellow sandals? 😀 😀 😀
Oh, and there was that whole thing with Napster and music downloading, but I’ll plead the Fifth.