My mom tells me this story of when I was very little - well under 15 - and we went to a wedding. She had made my outfit which was some sort of sailor outfit sweater thing. Apparently during the wedding I took off and cruised up to the front row. She was nervous that I was gonna fuck with the wedding, but I was totally quiet the whole time.
Then the ceremony ended and she walked up to the front to get me and there I was sitting totally shirtless, with a big pile of string in my lap.
I had found a bit sticking out and pulled and pulled on it until I unravelled the whole thing (not the sleeves - I'll bet that I looked quite stylish).
She said she couldn't do anything but laugh since I looked so innocent.
Ahh, to be 12 again.