My dad worked second shift at the prison so he’d be leaving as I was coming home and I’d run in the house, change clothes, grab the dog and the horse and take off into the mountains until after dark.
That gave mom time to chill out and by the time dad got home I was asleep.
I got very good at evasive maneuvers....;D
THAT’s funny! I wished I was that smart. I always used my BSA campouts as an excuse instead. Didn’t work; you’d think I’d have learned from the first one.