The Day I Ran Away From Home

When I was three years old, I always liked to go with my mom to the gas station down the street because 1.) I loved going on walks, and 2.) if I was good, my mom got me candy. So, one day, I was in my mom and dad's room and I feel asleep watching Muppet Babies on TV, and then I heard the door close, and I popped up and ran to the window and saw my mom walking to the gas station alone. How dare she!

I started crying, but after about two minutes, it dawned on me that nobody was going to hear me. I don't remember where my dad was, and my mom was at the store, so it made no sense to make a puddle on the floor. I decided, then, to take matters into my own hands. If my mom wasn't going to take me to the gas station, I was going to go anyway. So, I opened up the front door and stepped out into the front yard (something that was strictly forbidden!) and I bravely headed onward down the street.

I must have felt like Queen Elizabeth or something, because while I was walking down the road, I was giving the Queen Elizabeth wave to everybody I saw. And they were giving it back to me, so I thought that the world was all friendly. I came across a yard with a bunch of big kids running around and I got really scared and jumped behind a bush that was crawling with lady bugs. A girl (I think she might have been about 8 or 9) saw me and said, "Hey- there's a little kid in the bushes!!!" Suddenly, my little heart stopped dead in my chest. I stopped breathing, hoping that those monsters would go away. I wanted to run, but fear set in and I couldn't move. The girl went inside and got her mom and brought her outside, and she scooped me up before I could make a getaway and brought me into her house and gave me some water. She tried to get me to eat something (I don't remember what it was, but I don't think I would have liked it anyway), but I was too scared to eat. A police man came to the door and the lady picked me up and handed me over to him, and he put me in his car and told me that it was bad to runaway from home. I actually liked the policeman. He was cool. He pulled up my driveway and asked, "Now, is this your house?" I said yes, so he stopped the car, picked me up (I'm not sure why those grownups wouldn't let me walk- it was like they thought I was going to run away from them), knocked on the door, and when my mom answered, he asked, "Is this yours?" My mom was crying and laughing at the same time. I didn't know what was going on, but from that day foward, I stuck to the nice, safe, fenced in backyard- atleast until I turned 5:)

My Favorite Game

Okay. I had lots of favorite games when I was a little kid, but one of my favorites was called the "Killer Tomatoe" game. We used to have this awesome red bean bag chair that looked like a tomatoe, and me and my sisters used to run around with it on our heads, screaming "Pwant, pwant" (I'm not too sure where that came from- I think we were just trying to immitate the sound of a tomatoe falling on the ground." One person was the tomatoe, and everybody had to run away from it or else you got eaten! Man, those were the days.

My Most Embarrassing Moment

When I was in preschool many, many years ago, I remember a time after we had grape juice and cookies for snack, and then, we started making rain clouds with marshmellows. Now, this was a very special day- it was the day that something hit me and I developed self-awareness. Suddenly, that grape juice was starting to work it's magic, and sure enough, I had to ask the teacher to excuse me. There were lots of other kids in the bathroom; they were all washing the sticky marshmellow stuff off of their hands, and normally, it didn't bother me to use the potty when other kids were around, but somehow things felt different. Nonetheless, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY had to go. Unfortunately, pride got in the way and so I stood there with my legs crossed, waiting for the last kid to leave. Finally, the last kid did leave, but before I could sit down, waterfalls came running down my legs and I was surrounded by a yellow ocean. I didn't know what to do, and the teacher came in to check on me and she saw me shivering and standing in the middle of the bathroom with tears in my eyes and pee-pee all over my clothes. The teacher's aide came in, took off all my clothes (that was humiliating), and made me wear this ugly red and pink heart shirt with a pair of red shorts. It was a good thing that it was the end of the day, because my mom came and rescued me and it was all over and I could sleep it off... I'll never forget this:)

How I beat up my worst enemy

Lots of people who read this, if they already know me, won't believe this, but honestly, it is true. When I was about three years old, I used to know this neighbor kid who was a real brat. She used to come into my backyard and steal my toys, and I was way younger than her, so I didn't know what else to do other than let her do it. Well, one day, she jumped the fence like she usually did and she grabbed my two year old sister and said that she was going to take her home- that's when I snapped! You can take my candy, you can take my Cabbage Patch dolls, you can even take my teddy bear, but when you try to take family, you're asking for it! I chased her out of the backyard and then I started throwing toys at her until she cried. I'm not sure why she just stood there and took it- that doesn't really make sense, but she did. I screamed out, "My mommy said you're a poo-poo head! (and she did say that:) ), and the girl's mom got mad and said, "Okay, I'm coming over there!" Well, I was so scared that I ran into the house and my little eyes were drenched in tears when I cried to my mom and dad that the neighbor kid's mom was mad at me and she was going to beat me up. My mom called somebody- I'm not sure who it was, but then she told me that it was okay, so I went to bed. The next day, I saw that girl standing outside my fence. I guess she was ready for round 2- I don't really know. She stood there with an evil smirk on her crooked face and replied, "My mommy says you're a bad girl." I felt really bad, so I ran into the house and got her some cookies and I said I was sorry, and then the girl's mom said, "Now aren't you a nice little girl," and that ended that.



Looking back on this, it was pretty funny. This was probably the first time I ever defended myself, and one things for certain, to this day, that girl has never messed with me again!