When I was 5 I used to live with my dad. One day when we were having a party. I saw a shot glass sitting on the counter and, since back then I didn't know what a shot glass was, I drank the whiskey that was in it. My dad came in with his friends and saw me but I couldn't stop laughing at the look on his face.
When i was 12 my brother accidentally shot me, and the bullet hit me on the shoulder. We blamed it on this guy that lived in the woods and he got arrested. I feel kinda guilty.
When I found an old photo of my then fiancé posed next to his old girlfriend, I didn't think much of it, until I saw the ring on her finger. Which was the same ring that he offered me along with a proposal.
I took the ring to a pawn shop and then bought parts for my STi with the money I got for pawning it.
He had no idea.
When I was 17 I went to this college party with some friends and made out with this really hot guy. Only to find out the following week that he was our new basketball coach...