A Closet Confession
As is the case with most teenage sisters Karen & I would borrow each others clothes on a regular basis. I use the word "borrow" loosely as it implies we actually gave one another permission! For the record, both parties were guilty of this same relatively harmless crime. However, since we went to different high schools, with Karen typically leaving the house first and getting home last, I had a HUGE advantage in the stealthful game I'm about to reveal.
Upon Karen's morning departure I would sneak into her closet to review my options for the day ... sifting through the myriad of shirts, riffling through stacks of sweaters and continually being disappointed I was too short for her pants. As the day went on I would delight in my clandestine accomplishment as friends commented on liking my "new blouse". After getting home from school I'd fly upstairs to change clothes hoping I didn't leave evidence of my misdeed behind ... like a stain from lunch or something incriminating left in a pocket. This game went on for years until Karen left for college. Imagine my disappointment when she took ALL her clothes with her!
It's now 3+ decades later and I still occasionally have dreams where I'm standing in her closet reviewing which item to filch that day and worrying if I'll get caught!