“Don’t talk to strangers,” my teacher constantly warned me.
“Make sure you wear a seatbelt,” my dad would demand every time we went for a car ride.
“Always make sure the doors are locked before you leave the house,” my mom insisted from the first time she left me home alone.
We are taught from a very young age to stay safe and away from dangerous situations. However, I took this advice a little too seriously. I was always a rule follower, but sometimes my intense precautions got me into trouble.
It was a gorgeous day: the sun was blazing, the birds were cheerfully chirping and of course, I was sitting on the couch watching The Little Mermaid for the fifth time that week. Meanwhile, my dad was away on a business trip and wouldn’t be home until the following day; my mom was outside doing yardwork. I was sprawled out on the couch, soaking in the cool air-conditioned breeze, singing along with Ariel to the lyrics I knew by heart and eating my second bowl of Lucky Charms. Once I finished my cereal and had watched a satisfactory amount of The Little Mermaid, I decided to be productive and join my mom outside in the yard. Before I could do so, I had to make sure everything in our house was safe, to ensure that nothing could be stolen, especially my two chubby pugs. So, there was only one way to solve this: lock the doors. I …show more content…
Her assurance made me feel a little better, but I was still concerned that we would have to sleep outside that night. She told me that our neighbors had a spare key, but we would have to wait for them to get home from work. I sprinted to our front porch as fast as a kid running for an ice cream truck would and plopped on the front step. Every time a car passed by I was ecstatic and would make my way next door, but I was quickly deflated when the car kept on driving. Over an hour later they arrived and I couldn’t contain my excitement, “Mom! Mom! They’re
“Make sure you wear a seatbelt,” my dad would demand every time we went for a car ride.
“Always make sure the doors are locked before you leave the house,” my mom insisted from the first time she left me home alone.
We are taught from a very young age to stay safe and away from dangerous situations. However, I took this advice a little too seriously. I was always a rule follower, but sometimes my intense precautions got me into trouble.
It was a gorgeous day: the sun was blazing, the birds were cheerfully chirping and of course, I was sitting on the couch watching The Little Mermaid for the fifth time that week. Meanwhile, my dad was away on a business trip and wouldn’t be home until the following day; my mom was outside doing yardwork. I was sprawled out on the couch, soaking in the cool air-conditioned breeze, singing along with Ariel to the lyrics I knew by heart and eating my second bowl of Lucky Charms. Once I finished my cereal and had watched a satisfactory amount of The Little Mermaid, I decided to be productive and join my mom outside in the yard. Before I could do so, I had to make sure everything in our house was safe, to ensure that nothing could be stolen, especially my two chubby pugs. So, there was only one way to solve this: lock the doors. I …show more content…
Her assurance made me feel a little better, but I was still concerned that we would have to sleep outside that night. She told me that our neighbors had a spare key, but we would have to wait for them to get home from work. I sprinted to our front porch as fast as a kid running for an ice cream truck would and plopped on the front step. Every time a car passed by I was ecstatic and would make my way next door, but I was quickly deflated when the car kept on driving. Over an hour later they arrived and I couldn’t contain my excitement, “Mom! Mom! They’re