I was about seven years old when I experienced my first time being in trouble with the cops. I was a terrible child right? Wrong! My Uncle Bobby who was probably about sixteen, got into trouble with the cops a lot, this time he just brought me down with him. He is the reason I refuse to learn how to drive a four-wheeler.
He decided to be cool and ride his four-wheeler on the highway even though the cops had warned him that if he did it again he would be in big trouble. He was just really stubborn and thought that since he was the baby of the family that he could get away with everything, wrong!
He saw them and somehow he got lucky and outran them and made it back to grandmas before they caught him.
I was minding my own business just watching the Disney channel when all of a sudden the door slams. He runs in, he’s out of breath and can barely talk, “Charissa! You have to come over here, sit still, don’t move, don’t answer the door, don’t answer the phone, just stay put! I’ll be back soon, I promise.” He left me there, alone! Which im pretty sure is illegal to be home alone when your seven in the first place. So I sat there, I had no clue what was going on. Good thing I was obedient, if I was a normal kid I probably would have disregarded everything he told me to do and turned my Disney channel back on. But no, I sat there, and sat there.
As im sitting on the carpeted floor in the hallway I hear people outside, that can scare anyone no matter what age. Its worse when you’re seven, home alone, and clueless as to why you are hiding. They start to knock on the door, I sit there quietly. The phone rings, *ring, ring, ring* I just sit there for a few seconds, then I start to cry. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know why this is happening to me, why would Bobby do this to me? Then they talk to me through the megaphone “Come out with your hands above your head, if you are in there please come out” I just sit there, by that time I am silently bawling and shaking profusely.
After about an hour and a half of pounding on the door, the phone ringing off the hook, and them talking to me through the megaphone, they leave. Bobby came back about 15 minutes later, I was so mad at him! I yelled at him for leaving me there alone without knowing what happened, I complained about how he made me have a headache and how my eyes burned because I was crying and I was scared, he should have never put me through that. He felt awful, he hugged me and repeatedly apologized. He made me some chocolate milk, he never did that, he always hid the mix from me, but he made me some. After I finished that he took me to get some ice cream and when we got back he colored pictures with me. He got back on my good side and I forgave him, he knew I was cause I looked up to him and never wanted him mad at me. Grandma never found out, but I will never forget that, ever.
Love the story Charissa!!!