It pierced my ear as it blasted up, screaming a high pitched scream. The loud noise always scares me. Even when I know it’s coming. That’s what happened last time. I got so scared that I leaped out of my chair. It’s always the big ones, always. The firework was lit right next to me. That was it for them, the last big one. All that was left were small ones. The only problem was that my dad hadn’t gotten back from the store yet. That’s the one and only thing he asked of us, to wait. But why wait?
By the time he got back from the store we had used all of the big fireworks. He told us before to not light them until he got back. When he saw the big cardboard boxes all shredded up his face turned a crimson color. He slowly trudged to where we were …show more content…
Thankfully I didn’t get in trouble. After a whole hour of lighting small fireworks and eating greasy pizza we ran out of both. We asked my dad if he would go get us more fireworks since we were out. All he did was look at us with horror. Almost like the thought of getting, more would be too much. But after a little convincing he agreed to our proposal. He just had one condition; I had to go with him. After a forty five minute long drive we finally arrived at the firework stand. I was eager to get out of the car, my hands had fallen asleep and the bits of tingling throughout my hand were really irritating me. When we got out and looked around I had asked him what we were going to …show more content…
As they whipped out the monstrous hose we went speechless. We watched the firefighters hour after hour water down the cornfield. After three hours at the most the fire was gone, and the firefighters were on their way over to us. Many questions were asked and mostly went unanswered. The men were now asking me questions. Who lit the firework? Seemed like the hardest question to answer. I answered the men with a slow and scratchy “Um, my dad”, Knowing that my dad was staring at me from afar. They were now taking my dad to jail because apparently you were not supposed to lie to firefighters and police officers. We got to talk to him before they took him away. He looked at me really aggravated. I was in trouble. He said I should never have told them that he lit the firework. Immediately I knew I would get grounded, not even knowing what I did wrong. What I learned from this experience is to never light off fireworks while the adult’s are gone. Now that’s not all I learned, I also learned that I should go with my gut and speak my opinion. If I would of told my dad to not light the big firework off then he probably wouldn’t of. Then he would never gotten arrested. And most importantly, I would not of gotten grounded. Now when I am unsure of what is going on or is going to happen I will go with my instinct and speak up so nothing goes
By the time he got back from the store we had used all of the big fireworks. He told us before to not light them until he got back. When he saw the big cardboard boxes all shredded up his face turned a crimson color. He slowly trudged to where we were …show more content…
Thankfully I didn’t get in trouble. After a whole hour of lighting small fireworks and eating greasy pizza we ran out of both. We asked my dad if he would go get us more fireworks since we were out. All he did was look at us with horror. Almost like the thought of getting, more would be too much. But after a little convincing he agreed to our proposal. He just had one condition; I had to go with him. After a forty five minute long drive we finally arrived at the firework stand. I was eager to get out of the car, my hands had fallen asleep and the bits of tingling throughout my hand were really irritating me. When we got out and looked around I had asked him what we were going to …show more content…
As they whipped out the monstrous hose we went speechless. We watched the firefighters hour after hour water down the cornfield. After three hours at the most the fire was gone, and the firefighters were on their way over to us. Many questions were asked and mostly went unanswered. The men were now asking me questions. Who lit the firework? Seemed like the hardest question to answer. I answered the men with a slow and scratchy “Um, my dad”, Knowing that my dad was staring at me from afar. They were now taking my dad to jail because apparently you were not supposed to lie to firefighters and police officers. We got to talk to him before they took him away. He looked at me really aggravated. I was in trouble. He said I should never have told them that he lit the firework. Immediately I knew I would get grounded, not even knowing what I did wrong. What I learned from this experience is to never light off fireworks while the adult’s are gone. Now that’s not all I learned, I also learned that I should go with my gut and speak my opinion. If I would of told my dad to not light the big firework off then he probably wouldn’t of. Then he would never gotten arrested. And most importantly, I would not of gotten grounded. Now when I am unsure of what is going on or is going to happen I will go with my instinct and speak up so nothing goes