Still "Hopping"

There was another time that Donna led me around pretty good. That was when she came up with the brilliant idea of "hopping" on the bus to meet Dad when he got off work. She was always saying "Come On, Deb!" an I always went. My brain didn't develop until much later. I was scared and said "No!" It was one of the few times I actually showed some backbone. Talk about being in trouble, Dad would have "killed" us if he would have come out of his workplace and seen us standing there. I shudder to think about it. Our parents were very kind but stern. They just didn't know what their two angels were up to. I can't believe we got away with it either. I wonder where our older brother was in all this! Hmmmm!