We all do, well, questionable things.
And I’m not talking about illegal activity.
I’m talking more about the harmless choices we’ve made in our lives that didn’t hurt anyone but you still think about to this day.
Like cheating on an algebra exam or pocketing the 20 bucks you found on the sidewalk or sneaking into a movie theater without paying for a ticket.
Well, I have one.
To preface, remember, I’m an English major. I used to write fiction before making the switch to journalism. Just keep that in mind.
Back in high school — I think it was in my junior year — we had to write book reports for one of my English classes. The point was to read a book and write about it, a summary of the plot and your take on it.
So here’s the thing: I did read. I read all the time. I never needed an assignment to get me to read.
So I did read books. I just didn’t write book reports on the books I was reading.
No. I wrote book reports on books that didn’t exist.
I made up entire books with plotlines and characters and everything. Sometimes my book reports ran pages over the required minimum.
Thank God the Internet wasn’t around back then.
I remember once my teacher enjoyed my book report so much she asked where she could find the book. I panicked and told her it wasn’t in print anymore.
I’ve always wished I kept those book reports. Maybe there’s a future novel in there.
So let’s hear it. What’s something you remember doing that you never really told anyone? And please, no confessions of illegal activity. I don’t want to be an accomplice to anything.