Journal Post

This is some random story I remembered.

Once, when I was four or something, I had a stuffed snake I took everywhere. One day my brother kept taking it and threw it over our fence into an alley. This girl that lived on the other side of the alley named Angel got it back for me every time my brother threw it over. After a while, I decided to go over and thank her so I push a chair up against the fence and climbed over.(Don't ask why I didn't do this before. I was only four, remember.) Angel had left her gate open so I went into her yard with my brother, who had followed me. We only went a couple of steps before Angel's dog scared us half to death. She was in her kennel and was barking at anything that moved. The dog scared us so much, my brother and I actually broke into the house to get away. Actually, it technically wasn't breaking in since the door was wide open. Besides, I WAS FOUR! My brother was THREE. We didn't know going into someone else's house to get away from a seemingly-crazed dog was illegal. Well, we hid in a closet for half an hour before Angel and her Grandpa came back and we scared THEM half to death. So Angel and her Grandpa took my brother and I back over to our house where our mom was HYSTERICAL. She'd actually called the police and reported kidnapping. To make a long story short, we were banned from going outside for six months. But the weirdest thing of all was the fact that Angel ended up my best friend a year later. You'd think you want to stay as far away as possible from someone who broke into your house. Then again, I was four. It just goes to show, braking into a person's house can actually get you some good friends, as long as your four. For the people above four, good luck with that.