From the time I was about 15... hell not even that yet... Jez and I rarely, if ever, stayed home outside of work or school. We didn't get into "much" trouble, but Bro more or less told me "Hey, keep out of trouble, go to school, and don't end up in jail because I'm not bailing your ass out."
And he 110% meant that.
Yeah, Jez, as I have stated before, was my partner in crime. We got into much more "mischief" to put it nicely, than girls our age should have, but it was fairly safe at the time, and where we lived was also fairly crime free. No kidnappings that I recall hearing about growing up, and such. That didn't mean we didn't get into some shenanigans we shouldn't have, but we more or less hung out at old, rundown buildings because it was "cool" and strange... And places we rightly should not have been, that I really can't go into here.
We used fake IDs to buy alcohol and Cig's. Jez smoked, I didn't. Now, I to this day think it's gross, but yeah, I probably should have been in juvenile detention or jail fifty times over for the things I got into during my teenage years.
Mind you, I'm leaving a lot, and I do mean a lot of context out here. There is more, but again, I can't put it into text, as it would tell things I’d rather keep to myself and leave it in the past
Honestly, it was just luck. I have a lot of stories I could tell, and I probably would get put in reader mode for telling them. But I digress. Yes, I was allowed.