Walking quickly, I passed three identical red houses, my tension sky-high. Will the dogs come after me when I’m there? I thought. My heartbeat slowly quickened until it was beating out of my chest. Why do I have to do this? My parents knew I was afraid of dogs, yet we went here. Right next to the three loudest canines in the whole city of Markham. Realizing that I was quickly approaching what was my greatest fear, I didn’t think I would make it home again. Gripping my green-gray fall jacket tightly, I walked on to my most terrifying memory.
I looked at myself, a year younger, sitting on a white chair. Is this a flashback? I thought. It certainly seemed like one, so I went along with it. I briefly remembered the TV show “Unforgettable”. Was …show more content…
Suddenly, a white and fluffy baby poodle came jumping at the second me, reaching their paw at my precious chocolate. His eyes wide, he lost balance and nearly fell out of the chair. Really, this shouldn’t be so scary, but I’ve been scared of dogs ever since, especially cute ones.
Leaping back to the present, I stopped abruptly, before the road that blocked my route home due to the onslaught of cars. My legs feeling like jelly, I chided my nine year old self that the walk home would be like every other day with my brother, who was now at high school. Feeling calm enough, I started moving.
I started crossing the tar-black road that led to the House of Doom. As I neared the corner that led to my house, and their house, I tried thinking about other things. The wind was cool, but not cold. Warm, but not hot. Just perfect. I didn’t notice that I was just at the corner when I unconsciously turned, my body accustomed to the route and remembering the path to my home for …show more content…
WOOF!” The barking sounds of the monstrously big dogs were so loud, I automatically forgot about everything I was thinking about temporarily and knelt down. It took around a minute for the dogs to quiet their ridiculously loud barking. Taking in deep breaths, I stood up and started walking, at a slower clip, once more.
“Ree-oo!” The sound of my doorbell was annoying as always. However, it didn’t matter this afternoon after the barking I’d heard a few minutes ago. Hearing the small thump of footsteps, I looked at the door, which was now open, to see my dad.
“Hey, buddy! How was your first day at school? Oh, about your brother. He’s going to come soon.” My dad was always worried about me and my brother, so he always took a break on our first day of school to see if we were there or not.
“It was good, dad. Also, I finally have a guy as my homeroom teacher!” My homeroom teachers were always female, so I was glad to have a male as my homeroom teacher. Man, fourth grade was awesome!
Walking to the new white Cindy Crawford couches we bought, I felt a burst of lethargy. My eyes started drooping, and I was walking very slowly. I guess it’s time to go to bed? In truth, it was only
I looked at myself, a year younger, sitting on a white chair. Is this a flashback? I thought. It certainly seemed like one, so I went along with it. I briefly remembered the TV show “Unforgettable”. Was …show more content…
Suddenly, a white and fluffy baby poodle came jumping at the second me, reaching their paw at my precious chocolate. His eyes wide, he lost balance and nearly fell out of the chair. Really, this shouldn’t be so scary, but I’ve been scared of dogs ever since, especially cute ones.
Leaping back to the present, I stopped abruptly, before the road that blocked my route home due to the onslaught of cars. My legs feeling like jelly, I chided my nine year old self that the walk home would be like every other day with my brother, who was now at high school. Feeling calm enough, I started moving.
I started crossing the tar-black road that led to the House of Doom. As I neared the corner that led to my house, and their house, I tried thinking about other things. The wind was cool, but not cold. Warm, but not hot. Just perfect. I didn’t notice that I was just at the corner when I unconsciously turned, my body accustomed to the route and remembering the path to my home for …show more content…
WOOF!” The barking sounds of the monstrously big dogs were so loud, I automatically forgot about everything I was thinking about temporarily and knelt down. It took around a minute for the dogs to quiet their ridiculously loud barking. Taking in deep breaths, I stood up and started walking, at a slower clip, once more.
“Ree-oo!” The sound of my doorbell was annoying as always. However, it didn’t matter this afternoon after the barking I’d heard a few minutes ago. Hearing the small thump of footsteps, I looked at the door, which was now open, to see my dad.
“Hey, buddy! How was your first day at school? Oh, about your brother. He’s going to come soon.” My dad was always worried about me and my brother, so he always took a break on our first day of school to see if we were there or not.
“It was good, dad. Also, I finally have a guy as my homeroom teacher!” My homeroom teachers were always female, so I was glad to have a male as my homeroom teacher. Man, fourth grade was awesome!
Walking to the new white Cindy Crawford couches we bought, I felt a burst of lethargy. My eyes started drooping, and I was walking very slowly. I guess it’s time to go to bed? In truth, it was only