When I was younger, I enjoyed balloons; red, yellow, green, small, big, and those ones that make your voice really high. All were welcomed. However, one time I had got a balloon stuck in a ceiling fan. Naturally, my mother attempted to free it. Basically, she used a knife to cut the part of the string caught in the fan, nothing too shockingly cool. What makes this story funny is how I reacted. Seeing my mother with a knife made my boyish mind think, I could help if I had a knife. A brilliant combination, young boy with a knife. I retrieved a butter knife and in my vast young wisdom proceed in sticking said knife into a nearby socket. Shocking, believe me, I
When I was younger, I enjoyed balloons; red, yellow, green, small, big, and those ones that make your voice really high. All were welcomed. However, one time I had got a balloon stuck in a ceiling fan. Naturally, my mother attempted to free it. Basically, she used a knife to cut the part of the string caught in the fan, nothing too shockingly cool. What makes this story funny is how I reacted. Seeing my mother with a knife made my boyish mind think, I could help if I had a knife. A brilliant combination, young boy with a knife. I retrieved a butter knife and in my vast young wisdom proceed in sticking said knife into a nearby socket. Shocking, believe me, I