No More Monkeys Jumpin On The Bed!!

One sunny day that I'm sure my parents had forced us outside to play (because it's a nice day and you need fresh air blah blah blah...I hate sun. Like sunshine. Hate skin cancer...no I don't have it...and there's a reason. Avoidance and SPF962) we were quietly hanging out in the den...so as not to be found out that we were in fact not outdoors.
Above the den, just up the stairs, was my parents' bedroom. There was a open wall with a railing, similar to a balcony that didn't jut out, where my parents' bed was stationed. My brother's room was to the right and connecting the 2 rooms was a bathroom. (I was a spoiled brat that had the master bedroom downstairs. I believe it's because my brother was little and he needed to be closer to my parents...but regardless I'm pretty spoiled.) At the bottom of the stairs was a stereo. This is where the neighbor and I had positioned ourselves.
It was the down-slope of NKOTB (New Kids on the Block for those not old enough to know who that is...the downslope being that one album that nobody knows any songs on) and it was very uncool for a boy to give two shits about them. He claimed to secretly have the newest tape...which I did not. So he was forced to bring the tape (I'm sure it was physical brute force that I used to get that tape into my possesion...) and let me listen to it. He pretended he never listened to it and that it was bought for him as a gift...to this day I'm sure he lied.
As I was singing about games, games, games, games, games, I noticed my parents' bed bouncing. Being the oldest, I took it upon myself to correct this problem before my brother was found out and punished for jumping on my parents' bed. I told neighbor boy to wait one and headed up the stairs with the sisterly nanny-nanny-boo-boo aggression that one gets when they're about to say "you're in trouble! I'm telling!".
Boy was a wrong about who was in trouble!!!!!!
It was not my brother jumping on the bed...and as I came running down the stairs yelling "EWWWWWWWWWW!!! RUN!!!! I THINK I'M IN TROUBLE!!!!" the neighbor boy darted out the door with me following closely behind. I don't remember stopping my Forest Gump-esque journey...but obviously I did or I wouldn't be typing this.
Needless to say when my running led me back home (we lived in the boonies, there was nowhere else to go...unless you liked bears and trees and rocks...and sun...which I don't.) I was given a speech on knocking on doors and not barging into people's rooms. Effective lesson...for sure.