I Am "one Of The Boys"

One of the benefits or curses of being small was/is looking younger than I am. When I was 16 my younger brothers went away for a few days (I can't remember where) and my parents allowed me to have my friend Tomasz (11) and a couple of his friends over my house. I knew his friends were about the same age as him (brothers) and their older sister was coming too.

At about 7pm they all arrived and simultaneously my parents announce they were going to the pub for the night. I assumed I would be left in charge, but I wasn't. Tomasz's friends' sister was appointed babysitter over us. I don't remember how old she was but I know she was younger than I, but unfortunately bigger and definitely more mature than any of us. I wasn't happy being surplanted in my own house but I remember it was a fun night.