LOL That question brings back some memories alright! When I was in about 5th grade, my family was building a new ranch-style house in the country. It was in January or February, while my dad was away on the tobacco market, so mom took us out to see how the house was coming along. After driving all the way out there, we discovered that our new house was locked tight as a drum and we couldn't get in. We couldn't walk around and peek in the windows because the entire site was solid mud and water. The workmen had painted inside the day before, though, and we could see that the laundry window off the back porch had been left open a crack to let the fumes out. So my mom told me to see if I could get the window open far enough to crawl in and unlock the back door. I was an extremely plump little kid in those days, and I could have easier done chin-ups than to hoist myself up to that high ledge, but somehow between my mom and my sister they pushed me through the window and onto my head in the laundry room. As I was letting them in the back door, a truck came racing up the muddy driveway. It was the builder, somebody had called him and reported that some people were breaking into one of the new houses. Fortunately for us, in those days people knew practically everybody for a mile around and the person who saw us just dialed the builder's number instead of the police
