You Were Right; I Was Wrong

Subtitled:  The Night I Got Stuck and Walked Home in the Rain

Imagine this lane as a muddy mess!

When I was growing up, one understood rule at my house was "do not question your father."  If he said no, that was it.  No whining or backtalk or you would be very very sorry.

Being the compliant child that I was, I never had any trouble with this rule.  In fact, there were a lot of things I wanted to do that I never even bothered asking because I knew what the answer would be.

However, when I was about to graduate from high school, my dad and I kind of butted heads.  I felt I was grown-up now and well able to make decisions regarding my life.  I mean, come on!  I was 18!

We disagreed the night of graduation.  I was going to a party afterwards.  He wanted me to come home at midnight.  He said the weather might turn bad and I had no business being out in it.  I wanted to come home when I felt like it, and look!  The skies were as clear as could be.  

He was working that night and left to go to work.  I went on to my party, determined to stay out past midnight no matter what.

It's ironic that I really wanted to come home at midnight, but stubbornly decided to wait until 2 a.m.  It was the principle of the thing.

So, at 2 a.m. I headed home.  Also, at 2 a.m. the skies opened up and poured a flood.  By the time I got to our little dirt lane that led to our house, the water had made the road into a quagmire.  

My plan was to hit that road as fast as I could and drive on the edge where there was grass to get traction and make it to the house.

Instead, the car slid off the grass and sunk in the mud.  To. The. Frame.

What does an 18 year old girl do when she is stuck in the mud at 2 a.m. when rain is coming down in sheets?  Wearing a white dress and heels, I might add ...

She walks home carrying her shoes, holding an umbrella while crying.

I have to give my dad credit.  He never once said "I told you so."

This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt, 3.) Write about an argument you once had with a parent when you were a child.  If you'd like to read more or share your story, link up at Kat's blog, "Mama's Losin' It."