posted on Jun, 2 2005 @ 12:01 AM
When I was an unruly teenager, my father, uncle, brother and I went to DC for the usual tour of the Archives, Smithsonian, etc. Well, the day we
visited the White House, the Souvenier shop was closed and apparently
we couldn't tour that day. But not to be denied my little trinket, I quickly hopped up on the gate and leaned way over and broke off a branch from
one of their dogwood trees.
Two things happened immediately, my father began shouting, "Get Down! Get Down! Get Down! Get Down! Get Down! Get Down!" and just as quickly two
guys in nice suits came running from the front gate with their hands in their jackets, they made it very clear to me and my father that I wasn't
allowed up on the gate.
I still have my twig. :-)