I don’t have a good picture for this memory, so bear with me. I remembered this incident quite suddenly a couple of days ago. I had gone into Aaron’s room in the morning to open his curtains and make up his bed. I expected him to be in there, and was surprised when he was nowhere to be seen. So I went over to his window, which has a big armchair in front of it. I opened the curtains and started pulling up the shade. I happened to look down, and there was Aaron, staring right up at me. I shrieked and just about jumped right out of my skin, which of course made him laugh like a maniac.
And I suddenly remembered an incident that happened with my best friend Jane when we were in maybe the ninth grade. It must have been summertime, because we were spending the entire day together. Somehow, we got it into our heads that we wanted to do something – maybe it was getting frozen yogurt, or maybe it was going to Sweet Temptations for chocolate. I can’t remember what it was we wanted to do, but the important thing was that we had to go get some money from Jane’s room, and Jane knew that if her mom saw her at home, she wouldn’t let her go out again. She would have to stay home and practice her violin. So, we sneaked over her back garden wall, down the hallway, and into her room. So far so good.
Except we heard Jane’s mom coming down the hallway. Jane and I looked at each other and bolted for the closet. Jane dived behind the clothes, but there was no room for me. So I stood really, really still with my back to the door and held my breath. Wouldn’t you know that Jane’s mom had clothes to hang up in Jane’s closet, so she opened the door. She grabbed a couple of hangers, just inches from my still-as-death head, and she was humming, and I was not breathing, and thought I was going to pass out. And then all in an instant, she saw me, and she shrieked and jumped five feet.
I felt so terrible. I thought I had probably caused a heart attack. I apologized profusely. And Jane apologized profusely. As I recall, Jane’s mom laughed about it, and we didn’t get in any trouble. How cool is that? Thanks, Jane’s mom, for not grounding Jane for being 14.