Writers WorkShop: The Craziest Reason I Ever Got in Trouble as a Child

 This is a bit of a rehash of a post from a few years ago but it is very much in line with today’s Writers Workshop assignment although I was more teen than child at the time.  It is also very funny…at least to me. :)

Awhile back I wrote about my Cape Cod summer love (ok, not really love but you get the idea). I mentioned that there were bells involved at some point and that I would write about them later. It is now later.

So this guy that I met on the Cape who turned out to be the best kisser ever and I were out on the beach near our house one night. It was dark and I couldn’t see my watch. I didn’t worry though because I could always hear the church bells ring the hour. I had to be home by 11pm.

So there we were, kissing on the beach on a blanket. The moon was out, the water lapped on the beach and his sweatshirt smelled heavenly, like suntan lotion and ‘guy’ (in a good way). So I listened for the bells to let me know what time I needed to be home. You can see where this is going. I of course lost track of time and never heard the bells. My Mom sent my brother out to the beach to look for me and of course he saw me but what was he going to say, “Um excuse me, but can you get your face off that guy because it’s after your curfew and mom is pissed”? Considering he was all of like 7 or 8 at the time, I think not. So he of course reported back that I was kissing a guy on the beach on a blanket. (BTW, my brother was also the one that told my Mom about my tattoo and my bellybutton piercing. Thanks, T.)

Eventually, I must have gotten it through the kissing fog in my brain that it was late and I did not hear any bells. So we made our way back to the house. He left and I went inside. Sitting at the dining table in their nightgowns (not pj’s, nightgowns) were my mom, my aunt and my grandmother. They were all still up. My mom was all, “What were you doing out there this late, you were supposed to be home by 11pm, yadda yadda, yadda.” I was all, “But it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t hear the bells!” They all looked at me, like “What is she talking about.” I said, “You know the church bells. I was waiting to hear them and I didn’t hear them. It’s not my fault!”

 ***crickets chirping***

BWAAAHHHHAAAA!  All 3 of them burst out laughing, trying to compose themselves to be mad at me. My mom snorted then my aunt. Eventually I just had to walk away because they couldn’t stop. Unfortunately, I still got punished the next day. I had to come in an hour earlier my last night on the Cape. From then on, every year, I was the butt of the joke about “The bells, the bells!”

I would not have normally chosen to rehash an old post but considering that this year… OVER 20 years after this incident… my mother chose to say, “Oh, listen, those are the bells, Jen.” I think that this post is relevant to the topic of Writers Workshop. :)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10337915498356224543 Mrs. Adventure

    So glad you left a comment today on my blog so I could stroll on over here to yours :+) I love the story I read both. Ahh “The bells” too cute. I have one of those memories for sure.

    As to answer your question about the Flax Egg – I have used it in baking a few times. It was worked wonderfully I notice no difference at all in the end product.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428264346128137328 Shelley

    That's hilarious! The bells!! Haha, great story!! Stopping by from Mama Kats writers workshop!

  • http://figmentsofamom.blogspot.com Figments of a Mom

    that is awesome! made me laugh out loud!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10023417839687501752 Snooty Primadona

    So was it just your imagination about the bells or did they really ring when they were supposed to?

    Sorry, but sometimes I'm a bit dense, LOL!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10337915498356224543 Mrs. Adventure

    In regards to your question about the homeade almond milk: To be 100% honest it does taste “a little” different but I LOVE it. Really love it. If you add a date & vanilla you won't regret making a batch I promise!

    Let me know what you think :+)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/04359245078617786198 Laura Ingalls Gunn

    I think we've all heard (or not heard) the bells at one time in our life or another. :) Fun!

  • http://www.themommymambo.com Jennifer@ The Mommy Mambo

    Well I say, If you didn't hear the church bells then God must have approved of you kissing this guy!

    Fun Post and great story!

    Oh, I'm visiting from SITS!

  • http://omgyummy.wordpress.com/ omgyummy

    Saying hi from SITS! I have a 15 year old now so I like reading stories about teenage love. I must say, this was a good one. And I must admit I am so not ready for my son to be “in love” but apparently he is at the moment.

    Thanks for sharing.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086309578820420578 Annie (Lady M) x

    Jeez, for a split second I thought your brother was going to go and get your Mom and then was gonna turn up and find that (by this stage) you were properly making out. I almost broke into a sweat with worry.

    P.S. This is my first time at your blog and I love it!