Storytime
This story is a tale from first grade. My old best friend Kevin McG wanted me to go to his birthday party at his house. What made more excited was the fact that I had never been to Kevin's house and he had a Super Nintendo and I only had a Nintendo. So, it was the night of, and I am bouncing up and down in the backseat of my parents purple minivan and off the car started. Dad had just briefly checked the address until off it was to Kevins. I do remember that that night it was raining pretty bad and as a kid I had never liked rain. I always connected it to gloominess. But back to the story.
My dad parked in the driveway of what he thought was Kevin's house. Since I had a terrible shyness as a boy, I had my dad hold my hand to the door. I was more excited than ever know. We rang the doorbell and look who it was!! Old people I had never met before. But for some reason before we asked who they were, my dad got in the car and drove off. I entered the strange house. "Where's Kevin?" I asked apprehensively.
"Who's Kevin?" one of them asked.
"I was supposed to go to his party today." By now, little Jonny was in tears as he paced through the place that he knew wasn't Kevin's.
"We have a phone," one pointed out, so as I dried up a little, I told them my number, not breathing hard anymore.
Then my dad came and I went to the right house and had a great time. Lesson for my dad: make sure that he actually drops me off at the right house. Lesson for me: Don't be such a crybaby.
Ciao
My dad parked in the driveway of what he thought was Kevin's house. Since I had a terrible shyness as a boy, I had my dad hold my hand to the door. I was more excited than ever know. We rang the doorbell and look who it was!! Old people I had never met before. But for some reason before we asked who they were, my dad got in the car and drove off. I entered the strange house. "Where's Kevin?" I asked apprehensively.
"Who's Kevin?" one of them asked.
"I was supposed to go to his party today." By now, little Jonny was in tears as he paced through the place that he knew wasn't Kevin's.
"We have a phone," one pointed out, so as I dried up a little, I told them my number, not breathing hard anymore.
Then my dad came and I went to the right house and had a great time. Lesson for my dad: make sure that he actually drops me off at the right house. Lesson for me: Don't be such a crybaby.
Ciao