When I was about 7 or 8 years of age, my sister had come home from school with one of her friends. Well her friend’s mom was pissed to say the least and wanted her home immediately. My mom was at work so my sister got the bright idea for us to bike her friend home. That wouldn’t have been such a bad idea if her friend didn’t live at least a half-hour car ride away from our house. I of course didn’t want to go and my sister couldn’t leave me behind, apparently that kind of thing is against the law.
The ride there wasn’t bad — at least I don’t remember it so it couldn’t have been — but coming home was a different story. My sister got us lost and it was getting dark. All I can remember really is being so tired of peddling and so scared that I was walking my bike and crying hysterically behind my sister who kept telling me to shut up. We finally ended up in a neighborhood she knew and we knocked on the door of some lady’s house who drove us home with our bikes in tow and promised she wouldn’t say anything to our mom.
I didn’t keep my promise. I had been so terrified that I told my mom that night and my sister got in trouble.
