So recently a memory resurfaced for me and I'm honestly not really sure why, but I kind of want to share it with you guys.
So about a year ago, I think it was, I remember my parents yelling at me for something. I honestly don't remember the reason, but I think it was for me to go outside or something. I ended up getting really fed up with them, so I was like "fine, I'm going on a walk, okay?"
And I pulled on my sneakers, grabbed my iPod, and left.
Just left.
I started walking around the block, a route that I typically took when walking with my family when I was younger. I was listening to One Direction, letting off some steam, thinking "I'm twelve fucking years old and my parents don't trust me".
I was pissed off and I'm honestly not that sure as to why, but I was super happy to be alone.
Then I came to this house on the street right next to mine and there were these girls on the front lawn messing around or something.
"Catherine??!"
It turned out that this girl, lets call her Alice, from my swim team was over at her dad's house and that she and her friends were filming this little skit about stranger danger for school.
So I was forced to pause my music and join them.
After a while of them trying to get me to say "STOP! DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS!" or some shit like that, my mom appeared.
I tried my best to ignore her, but when I finally mastered the line, she was like "nice to see you girls" and we stared walking together.
I really didn't want to be walking with her.
I had only gotten through like, two songs and was in the middle of another one, and I was also not at all in the mood to be talking with her.
Unfortunately, I had to.
So we walked around town a little, her trying to make small talk, lecturing me about going out on my own, all that shit.
We ended up going back home, and everything was fine.
But the thing is, I'm not telling you guys this because I want to sound like a rebel or cool or something weird like that. I realize that something could have happened to me. I know that what I did was stupid. I just feel like I need to share the fact that this thing happened to me, because I've never told anyone about it.
I don't know why this memory popped into my head today. Probably because my mom and I went on the exact same walk as we did that day today. But I wanted you guys to know about this.
There's a time when all of us get sick of people and we need to hide away for a while. Sometimes our rooms aren't enough.
But if you go somewhere alone, you need to be incredibly careful, because you have no idea what could happen to you. You won't always have someone to come looking for you.
I love you guys <3
-Cat
