In '75 / '76 my cousin Karen was given an autograph dog as an 8th grade graduation present. They lived up the street from me so I was always over their house. One day she wasn't home, so I was up in her bedroom rifling through her closet checking out her stuff and I came across it. I felt bad for her that it wasn't signed, so I decided to sign it. But I figured she wouldn't want my signature, so I decided to sign my teacher's name to it, instead. So I signed it "Mrs. O'Brian". But I did some really funky artistic thing with the signature, where the "O" kind of encircled the whole name, and I was rather proud of it, so I signed it again. And again. And again. And again. 35 times. "Mrs. O'Brian". And she didn't even have Mrs. O'Brian as a teacher. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. And she probably blamed her sister for it, too..
