Tomorrow is my birthday! Seems like only yesterday I was running around with my friends, and now we're all old with responsibilities. Don't grow up. It's a trap.
How about another story from my childhood, growing up on an air force base?
As usual, I don't remember how old I was, just old enough to remember. It was sometime in the 80's and it was raining hard. We lived in a house that was constantly getting struck by lightning, at least twice a year. My brother and I were on our own for a little while. Before you get all up in arms, keep in mind this was the 80's, on an air force base, and my mother was working literally three blocks away. We were only alone for half an hour tops after school anyway and it's not like we were five. Ma set the house rules and we followed them, simple as that. And if we needed help, the neighbors were always around to help out.
So my brother and I get home from school in the pouring down rain and I decided I was hungry. We had some microwave burritos in the freezer so I got one out to heat up. They said to heat for 90 seconds, but I added two zeros to the end for some reason leaving the microwave to heat for 90 minutes. Maybe I was in a hurry to eat and just had jittery hands, I don't know.
After a few minutes, I started to smell something funny and went to go check it out. Right as I got into the kitchen, the burrito exploded. Just as I was going to the microwave, lightning struck and shook the house. I forgot about the burrito and watched as my brother ran outside to look at the roof. Lightning strikes the house and my brother runs outside. You'd think he was an idiot, but he's actually very smart. He just does dumb things.
After a few moments, he runs back in and says the house in on fire. I run out to see too, and sure enough, there was a flame, but it was raining so hard that the fire was put out. I ran next door to the neighbors and my brother went back inside where he was met with a smoking burrito in the microwave.
Ma was home moments later as my brother dealt with the smoke filled kitchen. They came and got me after that was all done and they've both teased me about the burrito ever since.
I know what you may be thinking. The burrito? This story was about a burrito?! Yes. Yes it was. Ignore the being left alone and the fire on the roof, this story was about a burrito.
Now for some shameless self-promotion.
YA Fantasy author and amateur photographer living in New Mexico. A reflection of herself, her characters are timid at first but tend to stand up and push through when times get tough.