13 years old. Hmm. Back in Grade 6 or 7.
Well, in Grade 7 I threw a party at my house. My mom was away on some vacation, so I had people over after school on a Friday. My house was pretty decent for parties, especially for Grade 7s. I had a trampoline, a hot tub, and a nice TV. Bikes, skateboards, and whatever else. Lots of toys.
Long story short, about 20 or more people showed up. My mom said "no parties", and a big one happened. During the party, I could see things getting broken, and messes left everywhere, so I was getting a little worried about the cleanup.
After the party, it's easy to guess. There were pop cans everywhere, one of our wooden futons was broken, there was stuff all over the yard, and whatever else. For whatever reason I made the decision to clean it up later, and left with my buddies to do more stuff. My mom showed up back from vacation early to the whole mess. I get a phone call on my Motorola T720 (I remember my first phone) to my mom screaming. I was grounded for a week.
She wrote up some letters that she printed for me to hand out to my friends, which was like a few paragraphs describing why it wasn't okay for me to throw that party, respect for a home, and some other stuff. Obviously, I never gave out those letters.