When I was in high school, my boyfriend and I skipped school. We went to the local airport and he took me for a ride in a plane (my first time) to see the fall foliage. I was terrified in the beginning but relaxed eventually and enjoyed the ride. He later became a professional pilot and my husband. I had many rides since then but the first one was the best.

When I was 16 and going to Girls Latin School (public, college prep school in Boston) I took a day off to go to an anti Vietnam War sit-in. Out of about a thousand girls in my class and several thousand in the school, only two of us went. It was the start of my career as a rebel and rabble rouser... and a clear break from the heavily academic, classical fantasy world we lived in at the school- which btw had no social sciences, no sports, no driving, typing, drama, art... you get the point. I knew that ditching school for a political rally would not go over well with the teachers or principal, not to mention my father.

But I was proud of myself later for taking a stand, making a public statement about my values, risking disapproval, questioning authority... a legacy I've kept going for life.

I love your post! Some of my grandest memories from childhood were skipping school. I didn't do anything my mom might have called educational, but I certainly learned a lot!