Story time’s back. Let’s talk about the family shall we?
My curfew in high school was midnight if I was just in town or 1 if I was a little farther out-of-town. I never broke curfew. I was a good kid. When I graduated high school, I moved out of my parents’ house exactly a week after graduation and a job like 3 days later, so I got independent fast and got used to setting my own curfew. I came home the first “independent” 4th of July and I was hanging out with my friend H and she was going through some stuff so I didn’t get home until like 2. My dad wasn’t happy. I didn’t understand because they knew where I was at and I was technically not living under their roof. I still don’t quite understand but it is my father, and so I’ll let him worry. Fast forward to this past 4th of July I had gone east of my parents’ house like an hour or so to Mandan and I didn’t get home until 1. I’m 25, so they know I’m responsible and I had called telling them I was leaving to come home. I walk in the house and my parents had fallen asleep in the living room and I walked in and my mom said groggily “Megan’s home” because she either heard me shut the door or seen my headlights coming in and dad says “yeah, she’s right there”. Mom, not being awake totally looked over and jumped out of her skin. My parents are going to be the funny old couple, I swear.
I think I’ve said this before but I’m the youngest of 3 and my brother (who’s the oldest) farms with dad. At that time, we got together a lot for birthdays or just meals. Not so much any more because I don’t live at home and everyone’s so busy. I was kind of a quiet kid but I did have a tendency to be a smart ass teen. It was bound to happen and I got away with a lot because I’m the baby. But sometimes I did get punished with random things like whisker burns (there were some actual punishments but most of the time if it was little, whisker burn). Pretty sure whisker burns hurt more than floor burns. But one time, we were celebrating my 16th birthday and I was in my pajamas, big tee-shirt and shorts, and everyone was there and I said something and I instantly knew I was in trouble. I started running. Let me tell you, there’s only so many places you can run before you get caught in that house and it’s really hard to out-run 2 men (my dad and brother) that are over 6 feet tall (6 ft. 3 and 4 and I’m 5 ft. 9) and they’re both strong farmers and both former athletes. So I got caught and they picked me up by the arms and feet because I do kick and hit and they brought me back to the kitchen. I got put into the sink and the water got turned on and made sure it went down my shorts and then the sprayer went on.
My dad and his brother are 14 years apart and so our uncle was around for a good amount of our growing up. More for my siblings and oldest cousin but still around a lot. My grandma helped watch us a lot when we were growing up so obviously, uncle was there then as well. One time my sister (age 5) didn’t say thank you and she got placed in the tall garbage by the uncle and was left there to sit.
I’ve talked about cousin E before. He’s my favorite and we’re about 6 months apart in age and we spent a lot of time together growing up. He broke my pool. We had this ledge at the house back in the day and my pool was at the bottom of this ledge, you had to walk around to get there and E threw a rock in it and put a huge hole in it. I wasn’t pleased.
Being farm kids we had some awesome hide and go seek games. We played in grandma’s trailer. That usually didn’t last long. We played in bail stacks, I got left one time in the stacks. We almost played in the barn but the barn had this weird green tile that gave it a weird green hue so that didn’t last long either.
Those are just a few stories. Not to entertaining. But still something to get through Friday.