Memories

One of my memories that I didn’t share in class was my memory that makes me laugh. I brought a toy class to represent my memory. When I was six years old, my mom, my brother, my cousins, and I went fishing. We went to my grandmother’s ranch. A creek ran through the property. A small hill led down to the creek. I’m not sure how long we were there, but I was ready to go home. I told my mom I was ready to leave. She said it wasn’t time to go; they were still fishing. I was walking around complaining. It didn’t do any good. So, I decided to go home by myself. I walked back to the car, got in, and started it. I put the car in gear and started down the hill. I don’t know how I stopped the car. I remember everybody yelling for me to stop. I guess I finally pressed on the brake. I stopped less than ten feet from the creek. When I got out, I looked so scared that my mom couldn’t even get mad at me. They all started laughing at me instead. To this day, my mom will look at me and say ‘remember when you almost drove into the creek?’