After sharing several tales of my youth with my neighbor, tales that were overheard by my 17 year old daughter, she no longer believes I am the fuddy-duddy she thought I was.
As these tales, which shall here for now remain untold, she was genuinely shocked and appalled that I, her apparently revered father, actually knows how to have fun and an old fashioned good time.
I think I should of kept my mouth shut til I had scanned the room to see whose ears may have been listening for I fear I may have forever ruined any authority I ever had when it came to discouraging my daughter from participating in good old fashioned pranks.
