A Memorable Experience
It was like any other Friday at my house that night. I ate my dinner in a rush, ran into the living room afterward to watch television, and quickly fell asleep. My mom was always sure to wake me up around 7:30 or 8:00 and send me up to my room for the night . Usually I would go upstairs to sleep, but not on Friday nights. Friday nights were the nights when every teenager went out on the streets. Myself, being eleven years old and practically a teenager, was in the mindset that I was just as deserving to go out as any other kid. My parents did not agree with my philosophy so I had to give myself permission to go out of the house. I would use the window to get out then I would proceed to scale the roof to one side of the house and jump off on to the trampoline. I was always sure to dress in completely black and I always carried the needed essentials, like some food, a flashlight, and most importantly my knife. M My knife was the nothing more than the same one my mom used to put peanut butter on bread with, but I sure felt powerful knowing it was in my backpack. My friends had weapons too like sticks and one even had a hand held BB gun. We need these weapons just in case some black boy
I froze that very instant. They had seen me. I started to cry softly because of the fear that I was having about all the things that were awaiting me after this moment. Getting arrested, going to jail, and worst of all, talking to my parents. All theses horrible thoughts were running through my head at the same time. "Come here now son!" said the same man in a more stern voice this time. At the police station we were told to sit on a bench while they phoned our parents. I was rather mad at the policeman for not letting me call my own parents. I wanted an idea of what their reaction would be before they arrived. On the way home my mother gave me a long lecture on responsibility and trust. I quickly lost interest. My dad did as well because he apparently fell asleep. My fathers lack of interest and calmness about the whole situation was very comforting. I knew that if my dad was not disappointed I had no serious worries. On the way to the police station the chunky cop turned around halfway to ask the question, "What were you kids doing in that school?" After that night I made it routine to eat dinner in a hurry, and run into the living room to watch TV. When I was awoke by my mother, after falling asleep on the couch, I was sure to go upstairs like normal. When I was sent upstairs to finish off the night, that is exactly what did. I slept.
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