In high school, my then boyfriend and I went to a MLB game for his birthday. We leave the game at nearly 1 a.m. and we call our parents to say we are on our way home. It was about a 2 hour drive home but we were good kids and our parents trusted us out this late for a special occasion.

Crazy! Something similar happened once to me when I was about... eight-ish, I think. That’s 4th grade, right? Anyway, we were visiting my little brother’s godparents and I both loved and feared their house. We lived in a pretty non-descript, one story 3/2/2, so this two story, stone faced monolith with what seemed to…