Slice of Life - Naughty, Naughty

Mom at the new house - not the one with the ditch. The 57 Chevy is in the background.

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I am responding to an old prompt from Slice of Life for this post. It is called Naughty, Naughty for something we did when we were young. I usually followed the rules. I was too timid to be really adventurous. Maybe I would change that a little if I could go back with the knowledge I have now. Then I would know which rules to break.
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Anyway, my father died when I was 15 and that meant no one in the family could drive a car. My mom never did get her license, my brother was a year younger, and I was waiting to turn 16 and still in Driver's Ed at school. It was very inconvenient. My brother and I walked to school. My mom took a bus to work in Oklahoma City and sometimes she sent a cab to the nearby Dairy Queen for fried chicken baskets for dinner. (There was no KFC back then.)
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My uncle had helped us get a car which was waiting in the driveway for the big day -- a blue and white 1957 Chevy.
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Now for the naughty part. One summer day, I decided to take the car and visit a friend of mine who only lived a few blocks away. I sat behind the steering wheel and practiced turning right and left on my practice trip. That part was not hard but I had to back out of the driveway and get out on the street which was bordered by a deep ditch.
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Slowly, carefully I began. I wasn't very good at backing up. I tried again and again and again. I don't remember more about the driving. I only know that when my mom got home that afternoon, the whole right side of that '57 Chevy was down in the ditch in front of our house.
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My mom was pretty cool. She only looked at me and said, "Shari? Did you drive the car today?" I don't know how we ever got it out of that ditch.
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Now, if this blog survives and some day one of you grandchildren is a new driver, please don't get any ideas. I am worried already and you are only 11, 7 and 4. Jonah, I'm thinking of you right now. Someday I will tell you the story of the day Uncle Cory and Jeff Watkins stole Pepaw's truck and got caught joy riding past the house when he came home unexpectedly. I think I have put enough naughty ideas into your head for today.
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P.S. I have recently been in touch with some of my old friends from high school. If you guys see this post, I'm thinking of you.