Inspired by Kerri Sackville and her My First Blogger Challenge …
I wasn’t a particularly rebellious child but I started young. I was only five – in Kindergarten. To look at my five year old face you wouldn’t think I was a rebel. I was.
Technically, this was more robbery and lying rather than straight rebellion. It involved swapping my best friend’s gold bluebird bracelet for a bag of lollies. The fact that it had her name JULIE engraved on the heart didn’t deter me, I went ahead with the
robbery swap anyway. My mother asked me where I’d got the lovely bracelet from and I lied exaggerated by saying “I found it.” She rang Julie’s mother and returned said bracelet. But Julie had eaten the lollies and I was left with nothing. Poetic justice perhaps…
My first real act of rebellion was came three years later and involved the same friend, Julie. It’s quite obvious that it must have been her
fault influence leading me astray, rather than any innate naughtiness on my part.
We lived in a country town and like all children, I’d been instructed by my parents to never speak to strangers and to always come home straight after school. On that particular day I didn’t speak to strangers but I didn’t come home from school either. I went to Julie’s. Her mother was out but that didn’t bother us as we raided the cupboard for snacks and disappeared into the garden to play…for 3 hours.
My mother rang but no one answered. She scoured the streets looking for me. She ran into neighbours’ houses, dementedly shrieking my name. She called my father at the office. She rang the Police…the whole town was looking for me.
It’s all a blur really but I recall that in their relief that I hadn’t been kidnapped, killed or injured, I wasn’t really punished. And even the stern lecture that followed, dissipated in the myriad of being
I wasn’t very rebellious after that. Until High School…
Were you a goody-goody or a rebel, or just a normal kid?