Angie’s Turbulent Teens ~ Grand Theft


Well it’s about time, amiright?! Yes, I finally attacked my closet in search of the picture box containing all the pictures from my youth. It was a mighty battle, but I escaped with the goods.

No, no, no… That’s  not the story of the Grand Theft. I will now relate to you how, at the approximate age of twelve (maybe I was eleven, maybe thirteen…sixth grade for sure) I was arrested for the crime of Grand Theft.

It started with my best friend at the time inviting me to stay the night at her house. It was a common thing. I stayed over at her house, she stayed over at mine, no big deal. She was supposed to be “house sitting” for a neighbor of hers so we stayed at her house instead of mine. The house sitting involved taking in the mail, watering the plants, just keeping a watch out.  Easy.

My friend was kind of a trouble maker. Way more so than me. Remember, I was a naive dork. I went along with everything because I wanted to be cool. My friend decided it would be fun to have a party in this temporarily vacant house. She had older siblings, so she knew a lot of older kids. She invited a bunch of people to this party that I didn’t know. High School kids! I was nervous and awkward and just hung out in the corners most of the time. The party was kind of a dud anyway. My friend may have known older kids, and they may have come by the house looking for a party, but we were a couple of sixth grade kids with nothing much to offer.

Around 11:30pm there were a few of us sitting around a table in the kitchen/dining area talking and goofing off when the door to the garage opens and the owners of the house walk in. Everybody freaked out and ran for the front door. The owners weren’t due back yet, they were home early. I ran with everyone else, but I was staying over at her house and only ran to the street, and waited for her to come out so we could go to her house. I waited and waited and waited… It probably wasn’t more than a half hour, if that, but it sure felt longer. I debated just walking home, but then I’d have to come up with a good explanation for my parents. Finally she came out and we went to her house.

She said the owners were cool about her having the people over. Obviously not happy, but nothing was broken or damaged so they let it go. After she cleaned up of course, that’s what took so long. We went to sleep and the next day I went home.

Then, in the evening, there’s a phone call from my friend telling me that I have to come back to the house and bring my parents. The police are there and they want everyone who was in that house back there NOW! I was freaking out. I didn’t want to tell my parents that I had been hanging out in someone else’s house without their permission. I just knew I was going to be in so much trouble! Little did I know how much…

I told my parents and my mother informed me how much of a disappointment I was and how I shamed her because she taught me better, etc. My dad just drove and kept quiet. My mother stopped her lecture and started with the pointed silence and bad vibes. We got to the house, parked and went in. The door was open and a police officer was there to greet us.

After we were inside and I’d given my name, I was told I was under arrest and was read my rights. I wasn’t handcuffed at that time. (I wasn’t handcuffed by the police until I was 15, but that’s a different story) I was completely shocked and freaked out. I don’t think I was even crying at this point, it was so unreal. I was being arrested? Because I was in their house? I was in so much trouble with my mother! Funny how I was more afraid of her than the police.

After I had been properly mirandized, I was asked a bunch of questions. Long story short, the homeowners also owned a jewelry store or pawn shop or something, I was never clear about that, but they had coins and rolls of gold and silver chain stored in the house and it was missing. I was arrested for Grand Theft because I had been present in the house. I had no idea about any of the missing stuff. I didn’t know any of the people who had been there except my friend. I was a sixth grade dork in deep doo-doo!wp-1562538037042.jpg


(It’s a picture of a forty year old picture, sorry for the quality)

Does that look like the face of a master thief? The police didn’t think so. Apparently my friend had had people over earlier in the day, before the “party”, people that were friends of her older siblings and one of those people was a master thief and had already offloaded most of the goods in a few pawn shops.

I didn’t find this out until several hours later. My parents and I just stood or sat around waiting for other people who had been there to arrive. This was before cell phones and my friend was calling everyone and everywhere she could think of to try to locate everyone who had been at the house. The police officers were just standing around waiting too. They read me my rights again in Spanish for practice. The homeowners actually ordered pizza for all of us.

Finally, the real thief was located, brought to the house and arrested. (No pizza for her) I was released to my parents. I was never charged, but I was arrested.

So, that’s the story of my arrest for Grand Theft. What do you want to read about next? Here’s the overview post if you’ve forgotten the “options”.


(Handcuffs photo from Pixabay)

26 thoughts on “Angie’s Turbulent Teens ~ Grand Theft

            1. I’m very lucky that I made it through my teens. I’m also very lucky that I don’t have an addictive personality. I do have some fun stories…and some horror stories.
              I’m happy to see you visiting! You’re in my thoughts, with hugs of course, cuz everybody needs hugs!💌


              1. Ugh, I worry about my kids because they have TWO parents with extremely addictive personalities. I stay in nowadays though and….I don’t know, knit and go to bed early, I guess! 😂😂😂

                I get feeling up to reading here only every now and again so I was happy to see your post! Thank you so much! 🤗🤗🤗

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  1. Great story, Angie 🙂 I love how you told it, it was a bit like watching a film, one of those films where things start off really calm and ordinary, then gradually escalate from there until everything is in chaos and you’re not sure how the hero is going to get herself out of this mess.

    That’s such a lovely photo!

    Since you mentioned getting handcuffed when you were 15 in this story, I guess that’s the next story to tell!

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    1. Thank you! What an awesome compliment😊 The other handcuff story is a very short one, I’ll have to figure a way of working it into a bigger one. 😉

      On another topic, I finished season one of Happy and was all set to start season two only to find out that it probably won’t be available in the U.S. until December😭

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      1. You could do the post in the style of “15 Things” and do a list of things which happened when you were 15 each as a short story, including the handcuffing event.

        Or you could do it similarly to how you did this one.

        I’m guessing the handcuffing had a series of events leading up to it and a series of events leading away from it, and those are very interesting elements of the main event. Asking and answering the Q – How did I get myself into that mess and how did I get out of it?

        ps. Imo, season 2 of Happy isn’t as good as season 1. It felt as though they were trying to recreate a brilliant dream, you know like when you try to go back to sleep to return to a great dream you were having just before you woke up, but even if you manage, it’s missing that certain something it originally had.

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        1. Oooh…great ideas! Thank you!
          I guess the news on Happy is good (I’m not missing much) and bad (Its not as good). It would be hard to recapture even the first scene from the first episode…disco dancing volcano head…who expected that?!
          I still think it’s ridiculous to release it in some countries, but not in US.

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  2. The days before mobile phones – we must be very old!!! How terrifying, poor little innocent you! We need to hear a story when you were NOT so innocent next, I think…:)

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    1. Yes, we are old, practically dinosaurs😂 I’m glad we didn’t have them, but more glad that my daughters did! I know what I got into, I was very happy to be able to contact them wherever they were when they were teens.
      A not so innocent me? That will be easy. Things started changing pretty quickly after grade six😯💌

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      1. I’m glad too, and yes, it’s a very different story for our kids – I like the fact they have them and can contact me if there’s a problem, wherever they are! Although I think it’s tough for young people now growing up with constant social media, everything is documented and all those selfies/photos. At least we could experiment and make mistakes without everyone knowing about it! Look forward to your next instalment. 🙂

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  3. Nice story Grandma and l can imagine how scared you were l have arested a few times in my life and all of them, have scared the shit out of me, only charged once. But the other arrests were not great but they were great lessons. Taught me to not be so trusting of people, well the arrests didn’t teach that, the one charge did. Most of the time it was for meing in the wrong place orlet me see, oh yes being in the wrong place!!

    I agree with Ursula, has to be handcuffed next. Also what a sweet picture 🙂

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    1. Thanks JB!💌
      Ha, I remember your story about the huge safe and the arrest. You didn’t even get pizza.😞
      Looking for that picture, going through all the pictures…what were people thinking in the 70s?! I had some pretty bizarre clothing choices. It was good for a laugh!
      That’s two votes for more handcuffs. Hmmmm….interesting…..😂

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  4. Oh geez – I probably would have sat there and cried like a baby. IF I told my parents cause I know I would have been smacked all the way to the car. And then I would have NEVER been allowed out again. It’s funny – Catelyn stayed with them this weekend and came home laughing that neither of my parents had ever seen The Grinch. I had one reply – “Because Jesus isn’t in it.”

    Oh my! Well, anyway, I loved the story – can’t wait for the next installment in your turbulent teens!

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    1. If I could have talked to the police without telling my mother, I TOTALLY would have. She had/has this passive-aggresive vibe that is awful! I would’ve rather been physically hit. Such a bizarre night. It’s kinda funny now…get arrested, hear your rights in Spanish, eat pizza, go home. I was so grounded after, but Dad gave me time off for being his favorite.

      Looks like the other handcuff story is next. 💌

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    1. My mother have me another lecture and grounded me to my room, no phone, no tv for a month. My dad let me off the hook (ha ha) with the phone & tv after a couple days then just let me off completely after a week. I didn’t really deserve a LOT of punishment. I didn’t really DO anything.
      I am kind of a real life thief. I accidentally shop lifted once. Seriously total accident.😂😂

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      1. LOL! No, in actuality, you really didn’t do anything wrong… Good for Dad to realize that.
        I think all of us at one time or another accidentally walked out of a store without paying for an item. Heck, I recently did with a bottle of Melatonin. I honestly didn’t see that it slipped under my purse in the cart. It wasn’t until we were loading the car did I see the stupid little bottle. I don’t really think the store missed me paying $2.80 though. LOL! 😁 😂 🤣

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