Have you ever been so bored and have nothing to do? Even though their is always something to do, but you just don’t want to do it. Because I know I have felt that way more than once. My sister and I used to like playing with each other and I have different memories of her and I playing, i’ll tell you about a time when we were playing school at home in her room around 10:00 A.M. when I side and say
“I don't want to play this anymore, there is only two people and this is getting super boring.” I was thinking about if she was going to say anything about me walking out of her room when we were playing because she always gets made about that.
“Wait, let's find a different way to play,” she went on. “Like if you go get some stuffed animals from the play room then I’ll show you there are other ways to play.”
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“You’ll have, i’ll bet you,” She sounded serious and convincing.
She was two and a-half years older than me so I did what she said. I sluggishly go get some stuffed animals from the play room stubbing my toe on the corner of the wall,
“SON OF GUN!”
When I got to the playroom I gawked, there was stacks and stacks of crap everywhere, stuffed animals here, toys their. I took as much animals as I could carry and then ran back into my sister’s room. Dropping some on the way their. She set all the animals up as read aloud because she loves reading and then picked up a book and started reading to us. We had a lot of fun and when she was done reading we heard a doorbell ring,
“Ding dong.”
I wonder who that could be, maybe corey, Nick, Nicola. I raced my sister to the door to see who it was, it was are neighbors Nick, Anna, and Emily.
“Are you guys able to play right now,” they asked.
“Yes we can, we were just playing up in my room and then you guys came,” My sister explained. My sister and I lead all of them into her room to play school again except now it was electronic
She started going off about how she wanted to go outside and play. Mind you, there was a shower of rain going on. My uncle told her to be quiet. Five minutes passed and she started to whine again. Her dad was about to tell her something but he closed his mouth and handed her the newspaper he was reading. Mudpie yanked the newspaper out of his hand. She scanned the pages of the newspaper, looking for something. She seemed to have found it; I could tell by the way her smile grew wide.
Jake: Mom can we go play in the woods? We are really bored playing here in the house.
“You know what we are going to do? We are going to play board games and it is going to be just as fun as if we were at the beach.”
"It was good I had fun" She lied. She didn't feel like explaining to her father that she messed up basically her whole practice, plus she wanted to lighten the mood for whatever was bothering him.
"Mom, I told Theresa that I would go over to her house, but now I would rather go to Sue's house to play."
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
“Ok I will help. But on one condition. You will give me the right to not play, playing quizzes.”
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
Three days later, my mom called and said she would be on her way to help pack the camper to move but my sister, Bryce, had to stay home for cheer. My dad had work the day she was on her way so I cleaned to camper most of that day, and took care of Wade’s dogs. When she was about 100 miles away from the town I was in she called me and we talked then she hung up and called me right back. I was wondering why she was calling me but I answered and it was MY SISTER! I was so excited because her birthday was two days later and I got to spend it with her.Eventually, they got there and I was so happy to see them. And that was the end of me being alone in
Next I secretly followed them upstairs into my parent’s room to see what they were up to. But I couldn’t see what they were doing clearly because the door was just open a little bit. All I could see is my dad handing the big box to my sister and they both had a really happy face like they just went to a roller coaster and that’s when I saw the side of the box. At that moment my subspecies face turned into a really mad face. What I saw was a brand new laptop and it was my sister.
I was a very stubborn five-year-old girl. My friends were outside wanting me to play, but after much begging my mother was still refusing to let me out of the house until my room was clean. The thought of my friends outside playing, and my missing out on the fun was too much for me to bear. I decided to take a shortcut on the cleaning and learned a lesson that even now, almost 20 years later, I still haven’t forgotten.
and told her that I was going outside to play with the dog. I went out to play
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Last week, before we set out on our trip, she played pranks on me every day. Monday, she set up plastic wrap around the bottom of the doorway so I tripped over. Tuesday, she did the same thing, but she took the plastic wrap and wrapped it around the top of the door. Of course, I didn’t think she’d try the same trick twice. I walked right into it, I guess you can say.
There were many jobs around the house that had needed attention for some time. One chore that needed to be done was clean the scary basement. The reason I never cleaned it was because I hated the basement due to t being scary and dark. Also, it always had a bad smell of mothballs and mold just like an old barn does. We also had a chance to do some long-postponed shopping. My mom and sister drug me with them and I begged not to. I felt it was useless to whine about shopping because I was made to go, no if and or buts about it. They went to every store around our small town and shopped for ever. They had to try on everything they saw in the stores and turns out they didn’t buy nothing all day. And each of us also did some letter writing or other paperwork that was long overdue. My Dad finally wrote to his father who he has not talked to in many years but I do not know why, they never told me. His letter must have been a thoughtful one because his emotions were everywhere he cried which he never does. I hope his father appreciates him writhing to