I ran across this listing game at Hugo’s blog and have ever since tried to come up with a list that wouldn’t a) sully my pristine, unassailable reputation, and b) mess with my mother’s blood pressure.
This is a list of ten silly things I’ve done that you probably haven’t (all but one occurred before the age of eighteen):
1) Met Greg Louganis in the Atlanta airport where I asked him to take a picture of the two of us together – with his camera. (He was remarkably attractive even though he was easily several inches shorter than I – and I’m short.)
2) Got pulled over by the chief of police for riding double on a moped without helmets.
3) Took out a retaining wall at a Village Pantry with my car less than 20 yards from my home, breaking an axle, flattening two tires, and having to reassure the police that no, I had not been drinking, and yes, I’m completely sure I haven’t been drinking, yes, I’m just a bad driver.
4) Arrested at fourteen for indecent exposure when my pants fell down on a city bus. (Stupid baggy pants phase. And even though my family still doesn’t believe me on this one, I did not moon the bus driver.)
5) Stole a pink feather boa a la Tinkerbell from a Disneyworld store by putting it around my neck and walking out the door.
6) Fell off the second-story roof of my parents house after I got up there purely for curiosity’s sake. There was a balcony off my bedroom, and due to some reconstructive work being done, a ladder as well. I climbed up the ladder and onto the roof, looked around and decided it was boring, and tried to get down. The ladder fell, so I decided to jump back onto the balcony. Rather than landing safely on the balcony, I bounced off the balcony railing, landed on the pavement driveway, lay there for a few painful moments, then walked inside like nothing happened.
7) Two words: Poop Circles
8) Fell down an entire mountainside (some people call it “skiing”) and took out a crowd of five at the bottom of the summit.
9) Won two regional poetry contests in elementary school, one for a poem that was partially plagiarized. At least I wasn’t stupid enough to try and pass off a famous poem as my own, like that kid in junior high who “wrote” me a love poem titled “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” with his name on top. Idiot. Nonetheless, having to read a plagiarized poem to an audience of hundreds was sweat- and guilt-inducing enough for me to never, ever plagiarize again.
10) Met Richard Dean Andersen at an uppity restaurant in Vail, CO. I didn’t know who he was until after I got his autograph.