That time in Norway

My father worked as an engineer for an outfit that designed off-shore drilling equipment. When I was about 10, he was sent to Oslo to oversee a project in the North Sea. As it was summer, and he was going to be there for several moths, he flew my mother and I to join him.

I got to see the Viking museum, the fjords, the palaces, all of the tourist attractions. But what really excited me wass that I was able to read my Dr. Who Choose Your Own Adventure's by sunlight at 4am.

At one point I got it into my head that it would be funny to hide from my parents. I hid under the bed when they called for me, and stayed there as I heard them frantically calling my name around the neighborhood. Eventually I had to use the bathroom, and was caught by the flat-mate that was living in the same house. This was apparently moments before my parents were going to call the police.

To this day I don't know what posessed me to do such a thing. Whenever I get depressed, and think about the people that I've hurt, this memory invariably comes to mind. I couldn't comprehend until much later what a fucked-up thing it was to do.

Now I've got to call my parents to apologize.

Thanks a lot, Decadence. I'll accept your apology, but kindly stay the fuck out of my head from now on.