Mother and I were not always of the same opinion.
I wore my everyday coat to church for a whole winter as a punishment for having given away my best one without consulting her.

With me it was a case of act first and think afterward.

I don't believe I was particularly mischievous, but I had a habit of diving into things that kept Mother in a state of constant apprehension.

Father used to laugh at my pranks and tell Mother not to worry about me.

He used to declare that no matter into what I plunged I would land right side up with care.