For Fandango’s Story Starter #27, where we build something around the following phrase:
I realized when I got home that I had accidentally…
It was a blistering hot sommer’s night in 1975, a few weeks past my fifteenth birthday, and I had not long discovered the wonder of alcohol. After one particularly excessive evening with new friends, I realized when I got home that I had accidentally climbed through Mrs. Swinson, our next-door neighbour’s window by mistake.
Taking care not to rouse my parents, I stealthily undressed. Naked, I slipped under the duvet, just as her scream alerted me.