You were full of pride. You succeeded in sneaking out! You were on your way home, swinging from trees, slipping through holes, and jumping from high places. It felt awesome. The rush made you feel like you had nothing to lose. You took off the screen of your bedroom window after climbing onto the roof. You opened the window and slipped into your bedroom. There sat your father. Not Papa, not the fun, carefree redhead. No, it was Dad. The strict, fun-free blonde.

"Where were you?"