My first time sneaking out

When I was 17, I snuck out of the house for the first time to visit my boyfriend in Kelso, WA. I took my mom’s Station Wagon and made the hour trip from Astoria to see him. On my way back, it was 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning. I had to rush home because I knew my mom would be waking up in an hour. The entire drive back was smooth… up until I was turning into our driveway and clipped our mailbox. I was in total disbelief. Sure, the mailbox was close to the sidewalk, but I had parked the car a thousand times and never even come close to hitting it before. I guess I was so tired that I underestimated the turn and swung the steering wheel too sharply. I parked and jumped out of the car, basically in tears. The front bumper was fine (those cars were built like tanks), but the mailbox was done for. I left everything where it was and immediately climbed back in through my bedroom window. My mom was leaving for work and saw her mail scattered across the lawn. She was so pissed! When she came to interrogate me, I told her that in the middle of the night, I heard a loud car revving down the street, then a loud bang, but wasn’t sure what it was. I let her come to her own conclusion that it was the teenage delinquents who were known to hit mailboxes with baseball bats. She never questioned me further. That was about 25 years ago… and she still doesn’t know!! This photo was taken years before this happened LOL.