We were having an all-school lock-in. I remember watching The Little Mermaid (so maybe it was before 4th grade?) and I remember I had on purple socks. The last thing I remember is climbing in to my Little Mermaid sleeping bag on the stage of our gym.
I awoke the next morning on the gym floor in a sleeping bag that was NOT mine. I look over and all of these older kids (including my big sister) were giggling at me. I was MORTIFIED. I didn't understand why I was where I was.
Apparently, I had somehow climbed down the steps of the stage. I had then proceeded to climb in this older boy's sleeping bag. WHAT?! It wasn't even a boy I had a crush on.
Luckily, my baby-sitter was in his grade so was sleeping nearby. She saw or heard me and moved me to her sleeping bag, where I laid my pretty blond head to rest until waking up to be humiliated.
Not one of my brightest moments of childhood. It was truly scarring. Luckily, by high school no one remembered...except me.
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