When I was 15, in order to get back home to my mother/my friends/my home and away from my father (they were divorced), I stole my STEP-moms credit card, already had about $ 60 in allowance, called a cab from my high-school where my step-mom had just dropped me off, took the cab to the nearest airport, bought a one-way ticket from TX to FL and flew myself home with no one the wiser until I didn’t come home from school. (when i got to FL, i was scared my mom would be pretty mad, duh, so I didn’t go straight home when my plane landed. Checked myself in to a hotel, close to my house, using the same credit card of course. My mom found me there because my dad tracked me through the CC charges. Oh and this was in 1985, before airport security was what it is today, and wayy before identity theft.)
My mom had shipped me off to my dad’s in TX in the first place because of my “rebellious” ways… I was never asked for an I.D. and the airline personnel totally bought my story that I was flying to FL to meet my fiancee and my luggage had already been shipped ahead ( to explain my lack of luggage to check in and to make me seem older than my 15 years)
I read too many books as a child, as a result, my imagination was pretty, uh, imaginative…
So does anyone have any good stories like that when they were 15?
Jazzmine: haha. I haven’t found anyone with a story that tops that one, yet.
Aiobhin: Oh yeah, I got to stay in FL. (I was the opposite of timid, that is for sure)My dad was so pissed off at me, he didn’t talk to me for a year!! Oh well, I had kept telling them (mom and dad, while I was still in TX) that I was homesick and wanted to go home! I was failing all my classes, had made zero friends and was actually sick all the time from being home”sick”! I was miserable but they wouldn’t listen to me. Being a product of a divorced couple that lived in different states, I had grown up on airplanes (since I was 6 or 7) doing the summer and holiday shuffle back and forth from FL to TX…
Ricardo Ramirez: Huh?? What the H#@$ are you talking about?
Liam’s Mummy: sorry to hear that, but did you read my question? Your experience was not something YOU could control, or that YOU did. I’m looking for people’s GOOD stories of what crazy things they did as a teen. You had no control over some horrible psycho that hurt you.