The sweetness was all in the sin

[substitute]

The first forbidden fruit stolen from my parents still occupies its throne of magical importance. In my case, it's Olympia beer in the tall aluminum can.

Other friends have offered Dad's stash of marijuana, dirty magazines found in parental chest of drawers, and hard liquor siphoned off in secret.

What's yours?

[yeah, I know I'm still not really writing. stupid brain]

Comments

[kasheri.livejournal.com]

My folks didn't have any forbidden fruit around that interested me, unless you count champaigne filled chocolates, which just seemed like a horrible waste of chocolate.

My thing was searching out the homes where I babysat for sex manuals. I'd get the kids down to bed, and then search the bookshelves for anything informative on this most interesting of topics. It made for a pretty complete education.