When my father returned from World War II my family was living in a two bedroom apartment in Charlotte, NC and my two younger sisters and I had to share a bedroom. It was crowded. At 11 - 13 I yearned for privacy in a room of my own. When I finally got that prize I also found myself in trouble. Trouble that lasted until Christmas 1949.
This story has been told in my family for more than sixty years. It is testimony to my father's quirky sense of humor.