Krystal Wade's entry. You know, I don't really know Krystal very well. We are acquaintances. But with each post she writes, I notice how much we have in common. Maybe one day, we will be much more than silly acquaintances!
When I was 18, my parents had silly rules for me, like a midnight
curfew. I was never partied or did anything that would give most
adults heart attacks. But, regardless, they didn't trust me. I was,
seriously, the graduated student that most parents would have killed
for. All parents, except my own.
One morning I was sleeping until 10am, because that's what I did,
and my parents were yelling about something stupid. So stupid I don't
remember what it was. I woke up and yelled back. (I can be a monster in the morning!)
My dad went on to say something to the effect, "if you don't
like my rules, then leave."
I mouthed off more. Mistake number 2!
(Don't judge me! That's what eighteen year olds, who think they know everything, do.)
The argument went a little like this:
Me: fine! I will leave. (grabs trash bag to put clothes in)
Dad: If you're leaving, you're not taking anything with you. No clothes, no shoes, no car.
Me: yes, I am.
Dad: no, you're not. Get to walking and we will see how far you get.
Me: I will.
Dad: and once you leave, don't come back.
Our tempers flared. A few other things happened: pushes, and slaps. I
threw my keys at my mother and slammed my door as I sat on the floor
hysterically crying. I contemplated what I would do. How I would get
away. I went into the living room, crying, and quietly took my car key off the group
of keychains and stuck it in my pocket. My dad continued to holler but I
didn't care. I would have the last laugh.
As I sat in my room, I thought of all the different scenarios. I
was tired of dealing with everything. All the bickering and fighting, stupid rules and curfews. I made up my mind. I was leaving. I quietly slid my bedroom window open and
jumped out. Unlocked the car, got inside, and drove off as fast I could. Luckily, my best friends parents allowed me to stay with her. My parents
threatened to report the car as stolen. My mother begged me to come
home. But you know what, I never did. I didn't budge with my decision.
Dad said, once you leave, don't come back, and I didn't. They didn't have to worry about that.
Was it the
smartest thing to do? no.
Was it the wildest? One of them.
If I could do
it all again, would I? Absolutely.
Leaving that day and never going back was one of the greatest and
stupidest things I had ever done. I proved to them that I could make it on my own. And, I was 18, a legal adult, so there was nothing they could do about it. I was always strong willed and
that one event helped shape who I am today.
About a year later, after everything cooled off, and it was nothing but a memory, my mom and dad told me they didn't know I had left for hours.
They were leaving and noticed the mustang wasn't there and then it hit
them.... that I was gone, really gone.
It has been twelve years since that happened, and in that twelve years
I've done other crazy things like drive across Texas and over the
Mexican border with a bunch of minors just to buy a blanket (I was only
18 at the time). Dove to the bottom of a freezing cold pool, and
almost suffered from hypothermia, just to find a ring. Sang in a rock
band. Snuck into a 21 and up bar severallll times (we
were underage) to sing karaoke. Jumped a fence at a coast guard military base, that we were NOT supposed to be in,
just so that same BFF could meet a guy. Graduated from college, twice. Wrote novel
and met people who have made a huge impact on my writing. Met the love
of my life and even got married before 30. And if i wouldn't have left
home when I did, I don't think half those things would have happened. It forced me to grow up, live in the real world and take responsibility.
The moral of the story is: The decisions we make (regardless if they are
stupid) shape the future. Learn from those mistakes and embrace them.
You never know what could happen next.
To say I haven't had any wild moments would be a lie. I just needed to dust off a few memories that were *almost* forgotten. Thanks Krystal, for helping me remember those!!