Two occasions that I remember adventures — one good and one bad. The first was the summer before my senior year of high school. I was on a vacation in Carmel, California with my family, and I got in touch with a friend of mine from boarding school who lived there. I can’t remember much of the evening except that we decided to go to the amusement park in the dark after closing. We had the best time pretending to ride the rides that wouldn’t move!
The other time was during my senior year when I was forced to leave boarding school and once again live at home. I was forbidden to go anywhere with my boyfriend, so I told my mother to tell my father I was with a girlfriend for the day. My boyfriend and I drove to Camarillo, California to the state psychiatric hospital to visit his brother who had just received electroshock therapy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened. When I got home, I told my father everything and tried to get a hug from him. As you can imagine, he was extremely displeased.