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.