My favorite childhood memory was probably when I was in 3rd grade, I went over to my friend Andrea's house, her dad had another house that he was trying to sell and had to take us along. It was a super fun day, but probably a very upsetting one for her dad. I'd be mad to if I were him, but I'm not so i had a good time.
While we were at the house we kept getting in the way, playing games and running in the halls, bumping into all the buyers. So Andrea's dad gave us some money to walk down to the near by gas station and get some ice-cream and to come right back. All he had though was a twenty so he doubtingly gave it to us. Now how in the world do you trust 2 3rd graders to go to a gas station with twenty bucks and only get ice-cream? i bet he learned a lesson after this little fiasco. Anyways, so we walked down to the gas station on a hot day, and i mean hot like 90 degrees. So once we were down there we just had to get everything else we saw and liked. That means candy bars, gum, candy, chips, Cheetos, ice-breakers, Soda everything! We spent the whole $20.
As we were walking back we got really tired, so we decided to take a brake at a park along the way. It had a little pavilion thing that we could sit under to get out of the sun so that was nice. Andrea and drank some soda to cool down, so after that we were ready to start walking, but we didn't. Instead we started playing on the playground like all little kids would. There was this one slide that was metal and since it was a hot day, this sliding was burning. You could probably cook an egg on it. Not that i would because, that is just wrong and unsanitary! Think of all the butts that have touched that thing! Getting back to the story though, i dared Andrea to go down that slide, which would be extremely painful because we were both wearing shorts. She did it anyways. OUCH! Then we made it back to the house and hid behind a couch to eat all the food. Sadly her dad found us and boy did we get yelled. 1.Because we were late 2. We spent all his money Woops. I will never do that again.
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