I was a sleepwalker when I was little. Dad told me I would get up in the middle of the night, never turn a light on, get dressed (and it all matched, of course!), and they would hear me playing with my toys. So they would put me back in my pajamas and into bed.

When I was 6, my older brother came home from a date one night, pulls into the driveway, and finds me sleep-walking down the driveway in my pajama top and nothing else. He says he asked where I was going and I told him the bathroom. He took me back inside and woke up the parents. They got chain locks for every door in the house the next day.

When I was 14, I went to our freshman formal. My date was also 14. After the obligatory embarrassing photo session, I grabbed my purse and started to get some cash - which his dad was quick to tell me it was all his treat and to leave my money at home. So his dad took us to the restaurant and said to call when we were ready to be picked up and taken to the dance. We met friends there, all was good, and we ordered seafood. The check comes, and we quickly realized we had overspent and he didn't have enough money for dinner. So his dad had to not only pick us up, he had to bring more cash. Lesson learned - I don't think the poor guy ever went anywhere without a credit card again. Neither of us ever lived that down, I don't think.

This post was edited on 7/11/15 at 9:59 pm