BUSTED

Kitty recently posted on her blog Sweet Surrender asking if anyone had ever been caught by their kids and to share the story. I commented that I had not, but did it count if I had been caught by the police. She reminded me that I had mentioned that before and she was interested in the back story.  Kitty, here's your back story, I hope you find it interesting. Or at least good for a laugh.

I am a city girl, as a young child I lived in a city of 605,000 people. The city I live in now is not that large, only 105,000. Despite the fact that I am a city girl I love to be outside. I also have always loved to play outside. I have played in many different places, a tractor in the middle of a cornfield, a cemetary, multiple beaches and forests, a natural rock shelter on the side of a mountain. I love nature.

We often play by our pool, it is surrounded by a privacy fence and while noise can be heard, nothing can be seen. The gate to the pool has a lock on both the inside and the outside which prevents intruders. If the fence is rockin, don't come knockin.

Musicman is a country boy. He was raised here in the city where we live, but he grew up hunting and fishing with his Dad and uncles and cousins. We live in what is referred to as the "inner city", but you can drive in any direction for 30 minutes and be in beautiful countryside. We have alot of state parks and state gamelands all around us. Musicman is familiar with all of them.

We have explored many areas over the years and have some favorite places we like to play. One of them I have written about before in my post Fireflies. That particular place is about 45 minutes south of us. Peek firefly season is spring through mid summer, they are gone by July usually.

We live on the shores of one of the Great Lakes and have lovely beaches just 10 minutes from home. Those are not good places to play, too many people during the day and they are closed after dark. However, if we go west about 45 minutes, along the shore line are some state gamelands with a very nice beach. Not many people use that beach during the day and it is open all night. It is perfect for some playtime.

We had packed the necessities and spent the evening on the beach. We walked, we waded in the lake, I collected seashells and drift wood. We settled down on our banket and watched the sunset. When the setting sun catches the Catamaran sails down the lake the colors sparkle on the water like jewels.

After the sun fully set we had the beach all to ourselves. Usually when we are going to be playing outside somewhere I will wear a long, full skirt and camisole. Easy access while still maintaining some semblance of modesty. The skirt can cover a lot in a hurry if you get discovered. This particular time I did not have on a skirt. I had on a stretchy one piece shorts thingy.  I don't remember why I had that on, but it was dark, we were alone and it was soon laying discarded on the corner of the blanket we were playing on. I may have some issues, but getting naked outside isn't one of them.

We saw headlights coming down the road, they pulled into the parking lot. We probably looked like the Keystone Kops as we hurriedly disentangled and scrambled for our clothes.  We just managed to get our clothes on and up on to our feet when we were hit right in the eyes by the beam of a flashlight. It was the cops, we were busted. They were very nice about everything, but it was obvious they knew what had been going on. I think they were both surprised and relieved that they hadn't discovered teenagers messing around. They told us to be careful and don't leave any garbage when we left. We packed up and left shortly after them.

We still sometimes play in those gamelands, but not on the beach. We found a more secluded spot.