Project 365: iForgot is the precursor for the iPod

I forgot!

I said that quite a bit when I was younger - most particularly between the ages of 12 and 18.

I forgot tons of things.

To do the dishes.

To pick up my clothes off of the bathroom floor.

To do my homework.

To watch my sister.

Oh, yes, that last one was a doozy.

I was invited to see my beloved NKOTB for the very first time with a friend. It was a birthday gift from her to me and the coolest part was that a parent was not going to be attending. Her older sister and a pal were also going to the concert and were old enough to drive.

My 13 year-old butt was so excited I couldn't function.

The concert wasn't until 7pm but the plan was set that we would leave in the afternoon. We had to set aside plenty of time to case the Celebrity Theater and see if they were hanging around before the crowds got there.

Unfortunately, QotU had to run an errand before I could leave. (I was NOT amused by this development in the least.) She left me in charge of Meg while she rushed off to get some stuff done.

Meg was running around the neighborhood with her pack of 5 year-old friends (it was a different time back then, sigh) and had asked to go play at one of their homes.

I, glad to be rid of her, happily said she could go and stay as long as she wanted.

I then proceeded to get ready for the concert and completely forgot about Meg.

I locked up and hopped in the car the instant my friends pulled into the driveway.

When we got home, a little later than curfew, I found out exactly what happened in the two hours that the house was vacant and Meg was presumably playing happily down the street.

Apparently she had wandered home, finished with the games, and found the house empty, the doors locked. She found herself alone for the first time in her life and freak the heck out.

She went next door and I'm fuzzy on whether she actually called the police to report her family as kidnapped or murdered or whatever imaginative scenario her barely older than a toddler brain cooked up.

I am not fuzzy on just exactly how much trouble I was in.

No sir, not fuzzy on that a bit.

This lapse in memory and subsequent punishment didn't keep me from forgetting things - I still forget things.

Actually, as Meg pointed out the other day while we were studying at Panera, I don't just forget, I openly and blatantly ignore.

We were having a conversation and when I was done I just put my earphones in and listened to my iPod.

Completely oblivious to the fact that Meg was in mid-sentence.

Nice.