About a year ago, my younger sister brought home a prompt from school. At the time, the energetic fourth grader ran quickly to me to dictate he idea. She knew though, whether or not I had approved of it, she was going to use it.
"Give me that" and I snatched the blue (Public schoold! Need to waste good colored paper) sheet from her hands and skimmed the page.
"Write about a moment when you did something bad and regretted it"
The first thing I thought with a chuckle was 'How mediocre' But pushed the thought away to try and assist her.
" I was thinking of the time I called 911" she looked at me expectantly.
I stared at her dumbfounded. She did something bad everyday, and never even thought about taking it back (ok maybe an overstatement) , but she chooses this?
It all started on a cliche snowy night. . .
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Setting: My cousins house, a major winter holiday (I don't remember which one)
"So whaddya guys wanna play this time?"
After going through games of princes and princess's, college heart throbs, and school, we were once again back in square one trying to come up with a game. But for two 7 year olds, and two 5 year olds, we had creative minds. By dinner's end, I (the first 7 year old) was a pregnat women with two children. My cousin was Katie (the second 7 year old) my 15 year old estranged daughter. My sister (the first 5 year old) was my husband. And last but not least, my son was my youngest cousin. She also is credited for playing my doctor.
The game started out fine. My "daughter" trying to run off with some boy. My son smoking (keep in mind we knew alot of things we shouldn't have) And of course half was through our little role-play, my "water broke". Trying to imitate what we had seen on movies we all got crazy and rushed me to their parents bedroom. My sister, being in character, asked my what we should do.
"Call 911" I say taking long theatrical breaths
She picked up the telephone and did just that.
"911,' she yelled in to the phone 'My wife is having a baby!" Slamming the receiver down, she returned her position to me.
We all paused.
"Xani,' My cousin Tara spoke slowly so there would be no room for questions 'Did you just call 911?"
Silence.
"No I didn't"
With that we shrugged it off resuming our play. And I say, my new baby Thomas was quite cute.
Flash forward 20 min
A knock and bang on the front door brings us back to the real world. but for mere seconds until we plunge back in. Only to be rudely interrupted.
"GIRLS!" The shrill scream of my mother always brings us back to reality.
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
We all look at each other. Wondering what we did to warrant such a call.
As we all trudge down stairs, I lean over to my cousin.
" What do you think we did?" She shook her head.
When the front door came into view I gasped. There in the doorway, stood a state trooper or "staties" Behind him, two police cars, one firetruck, and an ambulance, flashed lighting the yard. My uncle, who no one wants to cross, looked at us with "Whoever did this will die" eyes.
"Ladies' my aunt started poisonously 'Can anyone explain why the police are standing at our front door?"
To this day, I wish I had handled things differently.
"Xani did it!" And we pointed at her.
She was calm while she walked towards the fuming adult, and as quickly as we could, we scurried upstairs.
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Chuckling to myself, I handed her paper back.
"Sure" I smiled "Good times"
"No Madi,' she frowned at me 'that was not a good time"
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Well that is one of my earliest full memory. I must apologize, I am not that good at being articulate! More to come!
Madi<3
