One day in my young life when I was five years old, I went on a shopping trip to the grocery store with my mom and my four brothers and sisters. This trip started out like any other one, as we went to Winco Foods. Whenever we went into stores like Winco, my two older brothers would ask my mom to buy them everything they wanted off of the shelves.
“Look at this box of candy, mom. It looks so delicious!!!”, said my oldest brother Sam, as he showed my mom the box of candy.
“Mom, can I please, please, please have this package of Oreos?” asked my brother Isaac, trying to get my mom to buy the Oreos. My mother was a kindhearted person, but she was firm. She never gave into either of my brothers’ wants or desires unless she felt it was earned, and this time was no exception. I did not talk while we were in the store as much as my two older brothers did, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t have liked a treat to eat. As we were walking down the aisle filled with assorted bulk foods, I saw a round bin full of delicious looking shelled peanuts that I really wanted to devour. I knew my mom would probably say no if I made a request for some peanuts. So, I snuck over to the bin quietly while my mom was getting oatmeal, opened the lid, and reached my hand into the bin. The bin felt dry, and dusty, and there were loose grains of salt scattered everywhere. I felt as if my hand was in an arid desert. Once I picked out the most favorable peanut, I reached for with my thumb and index
“Look at this box of candy, mom. It looks so delicious!!!”, said my oldest brother Sam, as he showed my mom the box of candy.
“Mom, can I please, please, please have this package of Oreos?” asked my brother Isaac, trying to get my mom to buy the Oreos. My mother was a kindhearted person, but she was firm. She never gave into either of my brothers’ wants or desires unless she felt it was earned, and this time was no exception. I did not talk while we were in the store as much as my two older brothers did, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t have liked a treat to eat. As we were walking down the aisle filled with assorted bulk foods, I saw a round bin full of delicious looking shelled peanuts that I really wanted to devour. I knew my mom would probably say no if I made a request for some peanuts. So, I snuck over to the bin quietly while my mom was getting oatmeal, opened the lid, and reached my hand into the bin. The bin felt dry, and dusty, and there were loose grains of salt scattered everywhere. I felt as if my hand was in an arid desert. Once I picked out the most favorable peanut, I reached for with my thumb and index