It's in every child's experience during childhood or teenage years to do some crazy things. Everyone I know who is an adult today has one or two or more crazy things they did in their younger days, and now that they’re grown, reminiscing about those days brings laughter.
In this #throwbackthursday, Let me share one of the craziest things I did in my teenage years way back in the early 2000s.
My mom is known as the soldier of the house with the way she used to beat the hell out of us anytime we did something she didn't find pleasing. My dad is the opposite of her, and I guess that's where the "perfect match" thing for husband and wife comes in.
As was a usual occurrence, I violated one of mom's rules on a Friday evening, and she made sure to beat me very well. I did something wrong which deserved punishment, but she went overboard that evening, and I became very angry, to the extent that I decided not to eat dinner that night. My stomach pained me, but I wasn’t bothered to go and eat her food. Meanwhile, that was my way of telling her that what she did was wrong, and hopefully, she would feel bad about it, but she didn’t. She didn’t care about my refusal to eat.
The next day, which was a Saturday, she was to attend an event, and out of the anger still boiling inside me, I decided to pay her back by hiding the clothes (a wrapper) and necklace I knew she was going to use for the event. I hid them on top of the ceiling (an opening in our house), and I just knew there was no way she could search that spot during all her searching.
I was in the house when she was searching endlessly, packing out all her belongings, and I didn’t feel any pity for her. I was still in pain from the beating she gave me, and I was happy I was paying her back.
She asked everyone in the house if they saw the clothes and her necklace, but we all said no. That day, she had to use another outfit which she never intended to wear, and I could see how angry she was.
In case you're expecting me to be caught, that didn’t happen. When she left, I brought out the clothes and placed them exactly where I had seen them earlier. I did that secretly when none of my siblings could see me.
When she came back, she was surprised at the reappearance of the clothes. She asked everyone in the house how the clothes came about, and none of us could explain or give her the answer she was looking for. She just let it go and forgot the whole thing.
Imagine if I had been caught, the beating would have been something else. My mom would have beaten me to the extent that I would start confessing to crimes I didn’t even commit.
That crazy moment of my childhood is something I can’t forget in a hurry. Anytime I remember it, I laugh out loud.
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