Not actually out of control...
When I was seven years old and "playing out" with some friends in the summer holidays, we decided to make a "den". This was, as usual, just a hollow in a ditch that we covered with twigs and sticks so we could hide in it and pretend to be army men. We came back to our den the next day and found another group of lads in it, from a different school but the same age as us. We didn't know them.

"Oi, that's our den! Get out!" I shouted.

"Yeah? Says who?" One of them shouted back.

There followed a bit of shouting to-and-fro in which seven year old boys did what they usually do when finding out who other people are: they ask how old you are.

It turned out, the group in our den were all seven years old. As it happened, our group were also all seven. I was the last to be asked. Inspired, I shouted, "well I'm EIGHT and I say get out of our den!"

Meekly and respectfully the other group left our den, said sorry and went and found somewhere else to play.

So thanks b3ta for reminding me that there has been a time when I've told a lie and it _hasn't_ got me into trouble!
( sanityclause is waiting until, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 13:09, 1 reply)

Oh noes
bigger boys!
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 13:16, closed)