The Demented Childhood of Lucas M

Bedroom Parkour

When I was little, say 6 or 7, I was obsessed with parkour (still am😂) and I loved climbing things. I had begged my mom over and over countless times to get a jungle gym in my room but her reply never changed from no. As time stretched longer and longer, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, my thirst for parkour was not met. I knew I had to do something, something that would not only amaze myself, but others also. I spotted my mother's dresser after going to the bathroom one day, and thought, "Geez, that's tall!" I started plotting. If I could climb the dresser with my sheets and glide to the king size bed, I would be famous. But with every upside, there is a down. In between the launch pad and the target, was a box of my mother's prized jewelry. I shrugged it off thinking, "I will glide with my sheets, what could go wrong?" With my impressive skills, I scaled the dresser and stood atop the monstrosity, gazing down at the mattress below, all with my mother's video camera set up. I inhaled sharply and leaped, spreading my arms, but my landing was not soft. I heard the crack of wood breaking and my rib cage burnt like mad. I had broken her prized possessions. Man, was she going to be mad...