Liam’s Adventure
Moranda Frenette
I was
seven years old at the time, and my mother still never believed I was
responsible enough to wander around town with my friends without being under
her supervision. I don’t know if she was scared I would get hurt, someone would
try to kidnap me or if she was just simply overprotective. If I knew then what
I knew now at the age of forty-five, I wouldn’t disagree with my mother’s wise
decisions to keep me held hostage. The world is such a sick and twisted place
now, it’s not safe for children to go out by themselves when there’s maniacs
such as rapists, murderers, etc. on the loose.
My
mother keeping me held up in our small-town home wasn’t such a terrible thing;
it may have advantaged me in some ways. When I was young, I had the most
complex and incredible imagination. I could imagine myself in any place at any
time, perhaps it’s because I couldn’t have friends that I began imagining my
own adventures, meeting lots of new people and experiencing unbelievable
opportunities.
There
was one adventure I could remember the best, no it’s not just because I drew a
picture of my experience on my wall with a sharpie but because it included 5
different astounding incidents.
I went
to see my puppy Rusty, but he wouldn’t leave his fire engine red dog house; I
decided to go inside. Toy my surprise, the inside of that little house was much
larger than it seemed. It seemed to be as tall as a 66 story hotel. It
contained dogs of all kinds, big dogs, small dogs, fat dogs, skinny dogs, white
dogs, black dogs, like I said all dogs. The dogs could accomplish anything us
humans could, they were working, going on rides at a central fair, and
everything of the sort. It was fascinating. I spent hours trying to fit in, but
it just wouldn’t work.
I left
and ventured on to the next part of my journey, just as I thought I’d be able
to rest, I found myself in the middle of an 19th century cowboys and
Indians brawl. There were arrows and shots fired everywhere. I began to run,
but there was nowhere to go. An older man with a large head piece made of
feathers and many colors grabbed me by my arm and roughly threw me into a sort
of tipi, he said something I couldn’t quite understand I believe he said “stay
put”, then left. He returned moments later and started a large fire in the
center of the irregularly large tent. He told me stories of how life was as an
Indian chief and how he despised the cowboys and how they attack frequently.
After a large ceremony, known as a powwow I left in search of a new experience.
I got
lost along the way; I ended up in the woods. The trees were tall, there was no
lighting and I started to run. I saw a light far off in the distance, I ran
facing many obstacles along the way. There were the roars of lions, tigers and
the growls of bears. It was absolutely terrifying.
I ran until I came to an elevated
tree with a small tree house on the very top. I climbed and climbed until I
finally reached my destination, I entered. To my surprise the tiny tree house
was packed with many small and large TVs, all set on my favorite channel,
“Treehouse”. I could have easily stayed there for days watching my favorite
shows, “Babar” and “Bearstein Bears” and “Elmo’s World”, but I wanted to make
friends so I left.
I then walked on, past multiple houses,
across the street, by some garbage cans until I got flabbergasted by Oscar the
Grouch from “Elmo” jumping out at me. He pulled me into the garbage can with
him and it seemed as if we were falling forever until we finally landed on an
enormous pile of garbage. I looked around to find Oscar again and he was
already about 20 feet away towards a large sign saying “Sesame Street”, I was
extremely thrilled. I continuously yelled “Oscar!” until he turned around and
gestured his finger for me to follow him. We then entered Sesame Street and I
met absolutely everyone including, Oscar, Elmo, Cookie Monster, Big Bird,
Dorothy the fish, Grover, Bert & Ernie, Zoe and many more. After spending a
great amount of my time playing in Sesame Street with my new friends, I went
home.
When I got home, I took my Crayola
crayons and drew a picture of my adventure on my wall in the form of a map. It
is still there to this very day.
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