In my crazy teen-aged brain--I thought I would be sneaky and read after I was told to turn out the lights. I took the lampshade off my lamp and got down on the floor of my room under a blanket to continue reading. My hope was that the light wouldn't show through my closed bedroom door into the hallway.
Well, I fell asleep and burned a 3 inch hole in the carpet of my bedroom--clear through to the subfloor underneath. I honestly have no memory of the punishment I must have received after nearly burning down my parent's house and possibly endangering lives.
Now that I am an adult, it is alot less risky to read--no one tells me when I have to turn out the light, and I am smart enough to leave the lampshade on the lamp.
(Kids these days are so lucky to have these. )
Here is my current late night friend:

