As I've mentioned before, when I was in the 7th grade I was obsessed with Germany. So when my Aunt Nancy gave our family a piece of luggage she had used in Germany, I naturally adopted it as my new back pack.

The bag was a huge, canvas, olive green over the shoulder bag, with a maroon and cream pocket on the front.

It was very sturdy and would be considered a large carry-on for an adult.

For a 7th grader it was so huge that it probably made the side of my body that I carried it on off kilter for the rest of my life.

The bag barely fit into my locker, especially squeezing it in with my locker partner's regular sized back pack. Two regular sized back packs, sure, but a large, cultured, carry on luggage that I was sure everyone thought was cool because it was from Germany even though no one could actually know that it was from Germany considering it was green, maroon and cream with no visible signs that it originated from Germany anywhere. Plus a back pack? Things were tight.

So one day, at the end of the school one day I ran to my locker, threw my books in my bag and headed for the bus. Upon sitting on the bus and talking with my friends, I reached into my backpack for something. What was this? It was a whole nother backpack.

MY BAG WAS SO HUGE THAT I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT IT HAD SWALLOWED UP AN ENTIRE EXTRA BACK PACK.

So there I sat, with my bag that had kidnapped my locker mates bag. But it was too late! If I got off the bus then I'd miss the bus. Oh well! I just went home.

Dinnertime came and I had forgotten all about the extra backpack. Durning dinner the phone rang, and it was for me. It was my locker partner. Oh yeah.

She was upset and wanted to know if I had given out our locker combination because her backpack had been stolen. "No!" I told her in shock! Gasp! Thieves! Well, what can you do? I couldn't tell her I had taken it home, I'd look like an idiot. It had finally hit me how unnecessarily huge my bag was and I was super embarrassed (although I continued to use it for the next year and a half).

So I hung up and sat back down. And started nervously laughing. I told my parents the crime my backpack/airplane luggage had committed and, after having serious concerns about my judgment in this matter, I'm sure, they drove me back up to the school and I returned her pack back and never mentioned to my locker partner.

I either a) made her think she was crazy, or b) made her think her backpack was stolen and then randomly returned... which I guess it was.

Danielle, I'm sorry about your backpack!!!