Halloween Prank

Halloween is coming up, and with it comes the time of trick or treating and candy giving. I always have fun on Halloween, because something weird or funny always happens...
One year, I was going trick-or-treating with a bunch of my friends. So, we met up at Starbucks then started off into our neighborhood with our buckets in our hands. That year, I was a Greek goddess and the others consisted of cats, zombies, and hippies. The first house we went to gave us three fistfuls of candy each plus a cookie. It was a great start. The next houses we went to gave us more or less the same amount and we ecstatic about our progress. The neighborhood was well known for candy giving, and we were in luck, although, we really don't eat most of it. We walked up to the next house and one of my friend's knocked on the door. It was I while before someone opened the door and when they did, an elderly man opened the door. We asked trick-or-treat and after he had a good look at us, he scooped his hand in his bowl, and tossed in our buckets... rocks. Hard, heavy, rocks. When the friend who had knocked asked why he would give us rocks, he grabbed him by the shoulder, shoved him in the house, and promptly shut the door behind him. We were shocked and started yelling for help while we hitting our fists against the door. Then, when we found an adult to call 911, he door opened and there stood our friend grinning with the elderly man next to him also with a bemused smile. He quickly explained that the man was his grandfather and he had had this idea to scare us with this prank. His grandfather, an old prankster, had agreed to the idea and pulled it off. We laughed our heads off and to make it up for us, he had made some brownies and let us eat before moving on. In the end, our day was successful, we got pranked and laughed our heads off.
Lesson: Always be careful of the pranks that your friends might pull on Halloween.

Another Blow Up

As a child, I blew a lot of things up. I even had a reputation with the firefighters for a while! This experience was one of my weirdest...
I was three years old at the time when I was supposed to be sleeping in my room. I couldn't fall asleep so I slowly snuck past my parent's room and started to explore. I snuck past various rooms until I stopped at the kitchen to get a banana from the counter. The stove was on since my mom was making tea for herself and when I reached, I managed to push paper towel roles on the stove. I finally grabbed the banana and ran up to my room, leaving the fast increasing fire to burn. Immediately after, the fire alarms went off and my parents rushed down to investigate. Since I had done something remarkably similar about a year ago, my parents knew that I was the one who had done it. They called the fire department and we had to get out of the house until they arrived. When they did, they struggled to put it out since I had ignited it on a high setting which made the flames really big. After about four hours, the fire was out but the flames had spread to the hallway and almost to the living room. My parents actually found it funny that I set the house on fire again and in the same way. Later on, after the ashes were cleaned up my parents gave me another lesson on how to be careful around stoves and put up new baby gates. Thankfully I didn't do it again.
Lesson: Make sure you have a lot of baby gates around the kitchen or put bananas in a reachable place for children so they don't have to set your house on fire.

Lost in a Airport in Dubai

Every once in awhile, my family and I go to Dubai to visit my aunt and uncle. We always have a great time and the sights there are amazing. I rode my first camel there! But one time my cousin and I got lost...
It started when we were waiting for my uncle to come pick us up from the airport but he told us that he might be a bit late so we sat down on one of the seats there until he would arrive. Eventually, my mom got up to get coffee from a Starbucks in the airport and my cousin and I went with her since we had nothing else to do. After she got coffee, we made a quick stop at the restrooms. While I was waiting for my mom to get out, my little cousin thought she heard our uncle outside the restroom. Before I knew it, she had raced out of the bathroom. I was eight, while she was only six so she could get lost more easily. I quickly told my mom and rushed out to find her. Shouting her name and scrambling through the crowds, I searched everywhere until I came to my mom again. We decided that we should go back to the rest of our family in case she had went back there. But when she wasn't there either my dad went to tell a police officer. As the police officers and us searched the airport I frantically searched all over until, yep, I got lost too. I almost laughed. If you haven't noticed yet, our family gets lost quite frequently. Turning back towards the way I came from, I bumped into a ice cream shop in a corner of the airport. As I went towards it to ask for directions I saw a little familiar face eating a cone of ice cream sadly. It was my lost cousin. When she saw me, she smiled and ran up to me. Apparently, the owner of the shop had seen that she was lost and gave her free ice cream so she'd stop crying. As we thanked the shop owner I turned I saw my mom waving me over from afar. We reunited and everyone was happy that I'd found my cousin and just that minute, our uncle appeared in sight. In the end, everyone was happy and relieved.
Lesson: Make sure you either have a map of the airport your in or at least have ice cream.

Kindergarten Trouble

Normally when your in kindergarten, you have fun. You get to draw and play with shapes, and you have a good time. My experiences were great except for one day...
We had just came in from lunch and were excited because it was story time. As we sat down on the colorful carpet, our teacher showed us the book she was going to read us. Everyone stretched out and got ready as she started to read. Mid-way through the story, I heard some whispering on my right. I turned towards them to see what was happening when the boy said, "Are you okay?" to the other. I could see why. The other kid had gotten pale in the face and was crying. Before I could speak up, he threw up. Kids screamed in surprise and ran away while I just sat there in shock. He had mostly thrown up on me! Our teacher quickly came up to him and helped him get to the bathroom while our TA helped my get up and wash. Being only a kindergartener, I started to cry. The TA helped me calm down and decided that I was such a mess that I should be sent home. When I went into the office everyone thought I was the one who had thrown up. Soon after, when my parents were on their way to come get me, the office staff gave me a popsicle (after I had washed my hands!) and I eventually calmed down.
Lesson: When you think someone is going to throw up in your direction, make sure to move out of their way!

A Cut in My Leg

I've done sports pretty much all my life. From volleyball, gymnastics, and track, I've done it all. So I know how easily you can get injured. One of my worst injuries happened last year while I was ice skating. I had been doing it for many years and was practicing for a competition when it happened, so I didn't expect to slip up so badly. It started out a normal session, until I made the mistake of going to fast. It was against the rules and everyone always told you NOT to go too fast, because you could fall or run over a child but apparently I had forgotten and kept going. I didn't think it would be a problem and no seemed to mind. But soon, I started to loose control and when I tried to stop, my right foot lost balance and I fell face forward onto the ice. Luckily, I didn't hit my head but I already felt the pain and cold from hitting the ice. When I recovered from my shock, I felt a intense sting in my knee and when I looked at the ice I saw blood all over where I had fallen. As I looked at my knee I saw that my right skate blade had cut into my knee as I had fallen. The result was I huge gash that had cut through my leggings and my knee with blood all around the white ice. The next thing I knew people where crowding all around me before I became dizzy and passed out. When I woke up, I saw that I was no longer on the ice but in the hospital, with bandages around my knee. My parents explained that when I had fallen, the blade had cut deeply into my knee and I had passed out from shock. Now, the doctor had stitched up my leg and I was ready to go home. I did still feel pain in my knee but soon I discovered that I could walk on it which brought huge relief. For the next few days, I did have to hobble around a bit and take several doses of Advil but after two months or so, I was back on my feet and ready to skate again.
Lesson: Never go too fast when skating.

Lost in a Amuesment Park and Sprained Ankles

Everyone gets lost at a amusement park at least one time in their lives, don't they? Well, I got lost at Universal Studios once, and it was quite the experience...
It all started when we decided to take a family trip to Universal Studios. I was only five years-old at the time and it was my first time going so I was incredibly excited and couldn't wait until we got there. Once we did, I was amazed by the crowds and all the things that were happening, especially in the toddlers' section. After the first few hours, we sat down for a lunch and apparently I saw this as a good opportunity to explore. Unfortunately I was caught and brought back to where I was. Later on, my seventeen year old cousin who was with us decided it was a good idea to climb on the apparatus marked for the toddlers. As he swung onto the structure, he slipped and fell face-first onto the pavement, with his ankle bent at a weird angle. As my parents and random people gathered by to see if he was okay, I snuck away towards the other buildings. I was so happy to be free and exploring, I climbed up various robes, walls, and other obstacles and even made a couple friends. Slowly, though, time passed by and I became thirsty and hungry and it was getting dark. I was totally lost and confused when a security guard came up to me and asked my name. When I answered, he told me that my parents were waiting for me by the entrance gate. When my parents found me and told me how relieved they were, they told me that me cousin was also lost in the park with his newly sprained ankle and crutches. We did laugh a bit about that, but then we started looking for him. Eventually, we found him in one of the restaurants, eating ribs. Finally we went home. So that was how I got lost in a amusement park for the first time.
Lesson: Don't leave a five year-old alone in Universal Studios or a seventeen year-old on something that is made for toddlers.

There's A First Time For Everything

There's a first time for everything. There was your first step, your first word, your first school day. My first times in particular, were pretty funny. When I first started walking, I started walking backwards instead of forwards and I started talking so late my parents thought I couldn't speak! But those are pretty boring compared to one disaster that occurred one late autumn evening...
It was a normal day for a certain two year old that wanted to explore and destruct everything when that certain two year old (hint, hint) discovered that when standing on her tippy-toes, she could reach the gas stove and ignite it. Next I decided to have a bit of fun and hit a cardboard box of cereal onto the stove. Before long, the flames started to grow and grow and reached a plastic bottle of oil and the kitchen erupted in fire. Where were my parents you might ask? Well my parents actually aren't the type to leave their children alone near a stove, but they has gone to the other room to get a camera to take pictures to me doing what every two year old does. But then again, how many two year olds do you know that blow up their kitchen?  Anyway, by the time mom and dad came rushing to the scene, my little self was crying her butt off because she has only then realized she had done something wrong. Eventually the firefighters came and took out the fire and cleared the ashes and debris and my parents gave me a lesson on how not to touch things like stoves. And so that ended up being the first time I blew up my house.
Lesson: Don't let a two year old near a stove.