In kindergarten, during the summer time, my parents lived in a cute townhouse close to Orchard Park. I went to Memorial Elementary School and I was in Ms.Trotti's combined class of kindergarteners. I remember walking home from school with my aunt, telling her about my plans to visit my friend that Saturday afternoon. This girl lived only a few houses down from mine so we quickly became great kindergarten buddies.
The rules of my household were very simple: if I were to go to any one of my friend's houses down the street, I needed to tell someone that was in the house and set a time that I would be home by. That Saturday afternoon was the first and last time I disobeyed that rule. After playing with my Sailor Moon toys in the basment all morning, I decided to leave and go to my friend's house. My aunt was uptairs in her room cleaning up, and my mom was helping by vacuuming the rest of the upstairs area. I didn't feel like running up the stairs to tell them, so I figured that my aunt would have remembered the conversation we had just the day before when she picked me up from school.
I rang my friend's doorbell, and her parents lead me into the house hapilly, as usual. The girl and her cousins were having a Barbie picnic in her backyard which I quickly became sucked into. We were eating sandwiches and enjoying the sunny day, so naturally, I completely forgot about my parents. After what seemed to be 10 minutes, (it was actually after about two hours) I heard my mom outside the backyard yelling my name. "NATALIJA!!!" I instantly knew I was in trouble thanks to the tone of voice and frantic screeching. She asked the girl's parents if by any chance I was there, and soon enough she was lead into the backyard as well. Smiling, my mom picked me up, thanked the parents, and swiftly began walking back to our house.
I knew what was coming. She opened the door, and dropped me inside on the rug infront of our door, telling me to run uptairs to my room. Completely terrified at this point, I do exactly as she says, contemplating to wait upstairs patiently or attempt to escape to find my dad for potential protection. She stomps into my room, grabs my Barbie dollhouse (it turned into a suitcase) and begins to shove every item of clothing in it that she could find. Nostrils flaring, she slams the suitcase shut, grabs my arm and down the stairs we go.
At the door, she places the suitcase at my feet and told me to "find my way out". I take one step out the door, turn around, and I'm already locked outside the house. For a few minutes, my mind was racing with the choices I had to choose from. My friend lived across highway 8, but I knew very well that it was a busy street, would I be able to cross alone? After trying to think of a way out of this situation, I realized there was no other option but to cry my little six year old heart out. I was in trouble, and it was time to give up to the ways of foreign discipline. Meanwhile, little did I know that my mom and aunt were watching from all angles. My mom stood on the bathroom toilet, peering out the window to see if I would decide to walk away from the front step. My aunt lurked on her bedroom balcony waiting for the same results. It didn't take too long for my complete breakdown and pleads for my mom to allow me back into the house. It also didn't take too long for her to give in. The door was unlocked and slowly opened, and I was beckoned inside for a long discussion at the dining room table. My mom made it very clear that if I attempted another stunt such as that one, that I wouldn't get a single Christmas, Birthday or Easter present for the next ten years.
The rules of my household were very simple: if I were to go to any one of my friend's houses down the street, I needed to tell someone that was in the house and set a time that I would be home by. That Saturday afternoon was the first and last time I disobeyed that rule. After playing with my Sailor Moon toys in the basment all morning, I decided to leave and go to my friend's house. My aunt was uptairs in her room cleaning up, and my mom was helping by vacuuming the rest of the upstairs area. I didn't feel like running up the stairs to tell them, so I figured that my aunt would have remembered the conversation we had just the day before when she picked me up from school.
I rang my friend's doorbell, and her parents lead me into the house hapilly, as usual. The girl and her cousins were having a Barbie picnic in her backyard which I quickly became sucked into. We were eating sandwiches and enjoying the sunny day, so naturally, I completely forgot about my parents. After what seemed to be 10 minutes, (it was actually after about two hours) I heard my mom outside the backyard yelling my name. "NATALIJA!!!" I instantly knew I was in trouble thanks to the tone of voice and frantic screeching. She asked the girl's parents if by any chance I was there, and soon enough she was lead into the backyard as well. Smiling, my mom picked me up, thanked the parents, and swiftly began walking back to our house.
I knew what was coming. She opened the door, and dropped me inside on the rug infront of our door, telling me to run uptairs to my room. Completely terrified at this point, I do exactly as she says, contemplating to wait upstairs patiently or attempt to escape to find my dad for potential protection. She stomps into my room, grabs my Barbie dollhouse (it turned into a suitcase) and begins to shove every item of clothing in it that she could find. Nostrils flaring, she slams the suitcase shut, grabs my arm and down the stairs we go.
At the door, she places the suitcase at my feet and told me to "find my way out". I take one step out the door, turn around, and I'm already locked outside the house. For a few minutes, my mind was racing with the choices I had to choose from. My friend lived across highway 8, but I knew very well that it was a busy street, would I be able to cross alone? After trying to think of a way out of this situation, I realized there was no other option but to cry my little six year old heart out. I was in trouble, and it was time to give up to the ways of foreign discipline. Meanwhile, little did I know that my mom and aunt were watching from all angles. My mom stood on the bathroom toilet, peering out the window to see if I would decide to walk away from the front step. My aunt lurked on her bedroom balcony waiting for the same results. It didn't take too long for my complete breakdown and pleads for my mom to allow me back into the house. It also didn't take too long for her to give in. The door was unlocked and slowly opened, and I was beckoned inside for a long discussion at the dining room table. My mom made it very clear that if I attempted another stunt such as that one, that I wouldn't get a single Christmas, Birthday or Easter present for the next ten years.
I figured you'd write about when you were young and put garbage cans over your head and ran into walls...
ReplyDelete..no?
Does she know about those trips to seeing me?
ReplyDeletei wanted to read it, but no chance.
ReplyDeleteCome visit my 20 year old fence again sometime soon.
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ReplyDeletek this is very long but i know what happns