The cops didn't arrest me when I was six

[Reverend Conehead]

When I was a kid, my family went to water ski tournaments every summer. One year, we went to the nationals in Ohio, which was a really long drive from Texas. I remember there was a grass-covered parking and camping area, and then down a hill there was the lake where everyone competed. I was only 6 years old. I was a real little squirt. By the lake, there was a sandy area that had some scaffolding where the judges sat, a concession stand, and some restrooms. I met some other kid there who was about my age. Unfortunately, we didn't get along. We had an argument over something; I don't remember what. In a huff, he decided he was going to climb up the scaffolding, not that I cared. He was going away, and that was good. However, he slipped and fell down onto the sand. A bunch of adults immediately rushed over to him to help him. That surprised me. In my 6-year-old mind, he was a jerk, so why would anyone want to help him?

He was shaken up, but not seriously injured, and he immediately accused me of knocking him down. I denied it, of course, and I was telling the truth. I did like the fact that the kid who had been hostile toward me had fallen, but it wasn't because of me. He fell all on his own. Luckily, the adults didn't believe him. I think one of them saw what happened and said I wasn't near him. So they went away, but the kid kept blaming me. He said, "There's a policeman at the top of that hill. As soon as you go up there, he's gonna arrest you," and he stormed off.

I was only 6. I believed him, and I was really worried. Our camper was up that hill, and I was expected to go up there for lunch at some point. So I avoided going up there as long as I could. Finally, I knew it was almost time for lunch, and my mom would be mad at me if I didn't go back to our clunky half-camper/half-tent on time. There was this wooded part of the hill where kids had been having fun sliding down on pieces of cardboard. I figured I could sneak up that way to avoid the cop who I was sure couldn't wait to arrest me.

I successfully got to the top. No cops in sight, but I wasn't taking any chances. So I ran and crouched behind someone's camper furtively, peering out looking for the cop. None was there. So then I ran behind the next camper, looking around, worried that the cop might have seen me. No one was there. So then I ran and hid behind someone's car, looking all around, worried. No cop.

Then my brother, who had been watching me dart in and out from behind vehicles, was like, "What are you doing? It's time to eat." I told him I couldn't let the cops catch me and he was all, "What did you do, rob a bank? Come on." So we got back to our clunky camper. It was one of those ones that you tow behind your car, and then when you get there it expands like a tent. It was a piece of junk that let all the mosquitoes in, but it worked. I was about halfway through my grilled cheese sandwich when I realized there was no cop. That kid had lied. Back then I didn't know that people who don't like you might make up some bogus story to scare you.

That's my story about the day I was falsely accused, but the cops didn't come get me. If you have a similar story from when you were a kid, feel free to share it here.

 

[Runwildboys]

When I was a kid, my family went to water ski tournaments every summer. One year, we went to the nationals in Ohio, which was a really long drive from Texas. I remember there was a grass-covered parking and camping area, and then down a hill there was the lake where everyone competed. I was only 6 years old. I was a real little squirt. By the lake, there was a sandy area that had some scaffolding where the judges sat, a concession stand, and some restrooms. I met some other kid there who was about my age. Unfortunately, we didn't get along. We had an argument over something; I don't remember what. In a huff, he decided he was going to climb up the scaffolding, not that I cared. He was going away, and that was good. However, he slipped and fell down onto the sand. A bunch of adults immediately rushed over to him to help him. That surprised me. In my 6-year-old mind, he was a jerk, so why would anyone want to help him?

He was shaken up, but not seriously injured, and he immediately accused me of knocking him down. I denied it, of course, and I was telling the truth. I did like the fact that the kid who had been hostile toward me had fallen, but it wasn't because of me. He fell all on his own. Luckily, the adults didn't believe him. I think one of them saw what happened and said I wasn't near him. So they went away, but the kid kept blaming me. He said, "There's a policeman at the top of that hill. As soon as you go up there, he's gonna arrest you," and he stormed off.

I was only 6. I believed him, and I was really worried. Our camper was up that hill, and I was expected to go up there for lunch at some point. So I avoided going up there as long as I could. Finally, I knew it was almost time for lunch, and my mom would be mad at me if I didn't go back to our clunky half-camper/half-tent on time. There was this wooded part of the hill where kids had been having fun sliding down on pieces of cardboard. I figured I could sneak up that way to avoid the cop who I was sure couldn't wait to arrest me.

I successfully got to the top. No cops in sight, but I wasn't taking any chances. So I ran and crouched behind someone's camper furtively, peering out looking for the cop. None was there. So then I ran behind the next camper, looking around, worried that the cop might have seen me. No one was there. So then I ran and hid behind someone's car, looking all around, worried. No cop.

Then my brother, who had been watching me dart in and out from behind vehicles, was like, "What are you doing? It's time to eat." I told him I couldn't let the cops catch me and he was all, "What did you do, rob a bank? Come on." So we got back to our clunky camper. It was one of those ones that you tow behind your car, and then when you get there it expands like a tent. It was a piece of junk that let all the mosquitoes in, but it worked. I was about halfway through my grilled cheese sandwich when I realized there was no cop. That kid had lied. Back then I didn't know that people who don't like you might make up some bogus story to scare you.

That's my story about the day I was falsely accused, but the cops didn't come get me. If you have a similar story from when you were a kid, feel free to share it here.

When I was about 7 or 8, my mother and the 5 of us kids were driving out to Pennsylvania. We got a flat tire, and while it was being changed, by whoever was changing it, a State Trooper pulled over to see what was going on.

I walked right up to him, to tell him the joke I'd just learned in school. I looked up at him and asked, "Did you get the letter I sent you?"

He said, "Letter? No, I didn't get any letter."

I said, "Oh, I must've forgot to STAMP IT!", and stomped on his foot as hard as I could.

He made me stand by the guard rail until the flat was fixed.

 

[Reverend Conehead]

When I was about 7 or 8, my mother and the 5 of us kids were driving out to Pennsylvania. We got a flat tire, and while it was being changed, by whoever was changing it, a State Trooper pulled over to see what was going on.

I walked right up to him, to tell him the joke I'd just learned in school. I looked up at him and asked, "Did you get the letter I sent you?"

He said, "Letter? No, I didn't get any letter."

I said, "Oh, I must've forgot to STAMP IT!", and stomped on his foot as hard as I could.

He made me stand by the guard rail until the flat was fixed.

LMAO. My mom would have killed me. Ha ha ha ha.

 

[Cowboys5217]

When I was 8 years old some Air Force MP's showed up in the middle of the night to arrest me for going AWOL.

It turned out to be a coincidence that the real Airman who was AWOL had the same name as me.

 

[Runwildboys]

When I was 8 years old some Air Force MP's showed up in the middle of the night to arrest me for going AWOL.

It turned out to be a coincidence that the real Airman who was AWOL had the same name as me.

Did you get to fly a jet?

 

[Cowboys5217]

Did you get to fly a jet?

No, but I did go to an air show and watch the Blue Angels.

 

[Reverend Conehead]

When I was 8 years old some Air Force MP's showed up in the middle of the night to arrest me for going AWOL.

It turned out to be a coincidence that the real Airman who was AWOL had the same name as me.

There's some dude in Wisconsin with my same first and last name, and my last name is not all that common. He's some kind of petty crook who's done stupid crap like punching his girlfriend and shoplifting. I'm sure he didn't off Jimmy Hoffa, but he's done enough to get arrested, booked, and prosecuted. I keep hoping the cops won't come after me for something moronic that he's done. However, he has a different middle name than me, and he's about 20 years younger. So hopefully I'm good.

Middle names are important!

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

When I was about 7 or 8, my mother and the 5 of us kids were driving out to Pennsylvania. We got a flat tire, and while it was being changed, by whoever was changing it, a State Trooper pulled over to see what was going on.

I walked right up to him, to tell him the joke I'd just learned in school. I looked up at him and asked, "Did you get the letter I sent you?"

He said, "Letter? No, I didn't get any letter."

I said, "Oh, I must've forgot to STAMP IT!", and stomped on his foot as hard as I could.

He made me stand by the guard rail until the flat was fixed.

LOL Nice

Here is my state trooper story, no violence involved.

At one time my Aunt and Cousin lived in Kentucky. My mom and I went to where they lived as they were going to move back to WV and were going to help.

One the way back, while still in Kentucky, we stopped at some random diner for some lunch.

After getting back into the the car a State Trooper who had been in the diner walked over to the Car. We had a crappy old station wagon and a uhaul trailer attached to it.

I think the trooper was telling my aunt and mom that one of the uhaul tires looked a little low and to just drive over the gas station and he would have the guy check it and put air in if needed for free.

My cousin and I were really young. Had to be around kindergarten age or so. We all had the windows down. He bent over and looked in the back seat and asked us where we were going. At that age my cousin had a bad stuttering problem.

West Virginia has always had the Wild and Wonderful West Virginia saying but they also had West By God Virginia.

So with my cousin trying to say we are going to West By God Virginia he kept stuttering through part of it and final blurted it out by saying West By G.D. Virginia, but he did not say GD, you get the point. My mom and his mom had a super embarrassed look on their faces. The Trooper was quiet for a second and he finally said. Well I hope you get there safely young man and started laughing.

He looked at my aunt and said, that young man just made my day.

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

When I was 8 years old some Air Force MP's showed up in the middle of the night to arrest me for going AWOL.

It turned out to be a coincidence that the real Airman who was AWOL had the same name as me.

There's some dude in Wisconsin with my same first and last name, and my last name is not all that common. He's some kind of petty crook who's done stupid crap like punching his girlfriend and shoplifting. I'm sure he didn't off Jimmy Hoffa, but he's done enough to get arrested, booked, and prosecuted. I keep hoping the cops won't come after me for something moronic that he's done. However, he has a different middle name than me, and he's about 20 years younger. So hopefully I'm good.

Middle names are important!

I have a VERY common name. Mike Smith. When I go to the VA they ask for my name and last four of my SS#....before they even get a chance I blurt out my full birth date because apparently there is another Mike Smith in the VA system with the same last four for their SS#.

I am very thankful I have had any issues with the law due to the common name.

On a side note. When I was at my last job. I had to have a state back ground check and clearance for some hippa stuff. Had to renew that every year or two. One of the questions on the form asked for you to list any alias. I always wonder if someone had a real alias if they actually put it on there. One time I was being my normal smart arse self and for my alias I put in Mister Pickles...kind of ripping of the famous Tater Salad bit by Ron White.

So somewhere out in paper or electronic records for the state of WV...There is a Mister Pickles in the archive lol.

 

[Reverend Conehead]

I have a VERY common name. Mike Smith. When I go to the VA they ask for my name and last four of my SS#....before they even get a chance I blurt out my full birth date because apparently there is another Mike Smith in the VA system with the same last four for their SS#.

I am very thankful I have had any issues with the law due to the common name.

On a side note. When I was at my last job. I had to have a state back ground check and clearance for some hippa stuff. Had to renew that every year or two. One of the questions on the form asked for you to list any alias. I always wonder if someone had a real alias if they actually put it on there. One time I was being my normal smart arse self and for my alias I put in Mister Pickles...kind of ripping of the famous Tater Salad bit by Ron White.

So somewhere out in paper or electronic records for the state of WV...There is a Mister Pickles in the archive lol.

I thought of another one. I was annoyed when I got my first Android phone that you couldn't use it without a Google account. Well, I wasn't going to use my real one with my real name, so I signed up for Google under a stupid name similar to Jerry Thrashedbrain. That got my new phone running, and I forgot all about it. Then one day I needed to order a Lift to drive me home from the airport, so I did so on my phone. So the driver shows up and the first thing he asked me was, "Are you Jerry Thrashedbrain?" I was taken aback, but I realized quickly that he was going by my Google name, so instead of explaining it, I just said, "Yes, sir, I am." He looked a bit surprised, but just said to get in the car. Then, in the car, he called me, "Mr. Thrashedbrain," and I answered, "Call me Jerry."