I've been very nearly arrested three times in my life. Once when I was 12, again at 17, and then again at an age I'd rather not admit to. (Let's just say it was my early 20's.) This is the story of my little twelve year old self's run-in with the law, and if you're good, I'll tell you the other two stories.
I moved to Oregon from Florida in the summer before the 5th grade. I had to make new friends at a new school, figure out what Birkenstock's were, and learn how to pair them appropriately with socks in order to fit in. My parents were divorced already, but since they had shared custody of me, we all lived very close to each other. In fact, we lived in the same apartment complex for the first year that we lived in Oregon. This complex was great because it was right next door to my elementary school, and it came equipped with a playground and a pool. It was at this very pool that I met my mischievous new best friend, Lulu*...
*Names have been changed to protect the reputations of those involved
I moved to Oregon from Florida in the summer before the 5th grade. I had to make new friends at a new school, figure out what Birkenstock's were, and learn how to pair them appropriately with socks in order to fit in. My parents were divorced already, but since they had shared custody of me, we all lived very close to each other. In fact, we lived in the same apartment complex for the first year that we lived in Oregon. This complex was great because it was right next door to my elementary school, and it came equipped with a playground and a pool. It was at this very pool that I met my mischievous new best friend, Lulu*...
*Names have been changed to protect the reputations of those involved
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