What did you ever do that got you into trouble with your parents? At school? What were the punishments?
It’s been a really long time since I wrote any Nils History posts (whoa – actually it’s been three and a half years!) and, now that I’m trying to be more active with the blog again, I thought it would be fun to do another. I asked my son to pull a question out of the jar and he looked at a few and then brought me this one and said “I want to find out what you did and how much trouble you got in!” So this one’s for you, Anders.
I was a pretty good kid. I went to church every Sunday, I never stole a car, did drugs, smoked a cigarette, drank alcohol, slept with girls or anything like that. I have told my kids about how I swore for a summer when I was 7 or 10 or thereabouts, but then repented and regretted my potty mouth. So what did I do to get in trouble? Well, I destroyed things to understand how they work, for one thing. My Mom still remembers when I took her brass chandelier and took it apart to see how light bulbs and wiring worked. I recall that this happened but I don’t remember where I got the thing from or what happened to it. I should probably buy my Mom a nice chandelier some day.
I also remember one time my parents got really sharp new scissors and I wanted to test out just how sharp they were, so I cut my Dad’s leather scripture bag handle, scored the front of the microwave (across the display and the buttons) and cut a few other things I shouldn’t have. Why? I was a destructive little man, I suppose. In retrospect, I can’t believe how disrespectful and inconsiderate those things were. I’m sure my Dad was upset but I don’t remember getting yelled at or anything. If one of my kids did that to our things, I think I would send them to a Chinese boarding school. Got that, Anders?!
I’m sure my parents could do a better job at writing this post than me but I also remember coming home later than I said I would (as a teenager) and being grounded for it, taking the car when I wasn’t supposed to and then having to make the dreaded call to my parents when said car broke down far away from home and other fun incidents.
I remember driving to early morning seminary one morning in our Nissan 200SX and going 118 MPH in a 55 MPH zone and getting pulled over at 105 MPH and being charged with some crazy reckless driving charges, having to have my poor Dad drive me to court where I received a fine and court-ordered sentence to drive my sisters wherever they needed to go but to drive nowhere I wanted to go. I remember thinking that didn’t go too badly, all things considered.
In school, I had a bit of a laziness issue. I didn’t much care for waking up in the morning and, as a result, I was tardy 64 times my Senior year in High School. I forged my mom’s signature most days until they started calling her at work every time. I became pretty familiar with the detention room, which was a great place to catch up on sleep. I also remember waking up with pools of drool on the desk and having that nasty string of saliva attaching me to the desk and hoping nobody saw.