All
Washed Up
Obviously
all of the ill-advised moments come from children’s childhood. To make it
easier for you, I will do the same. I was only five years old, and like all of the other kids my age, I was obnoxious, dramatic, and always got into trouble. I live a great life of being an only child and
sharing a house with no one else but my parents. One could say that one of the
perks of being an only child is that you basically get anything you want. I
mean, a five year old thinks that their parents have no other way to spend their
money except on them. My mom, Molly, is one of the sweetest women ever. It
would take a lot of effort in order for her to get mad at someone. My dad, Sam,
would make every moment of my life memorable. At that moment, I could not have
asked for any better parents than them.
It was
one fine Saturday in May when I was bored to the point that I would just sit on
the couch and try to count the number of tiles on my kitchen floor. Watching
T.V was definitely not an option because I had already watched all of the
episodes of my favorite T.V shows. I had grown sick and tired of my stuffed
animals and toys that I could not even bare to look at them in the eye. Well,
maybe there was one option, reading. Let’s be real, I was five years old. There
was no way that I would be reading anything for fun when I am that of age.
As I
was sitting on the couch about to rip my eyes out of my head, my mom walked
into the house carrying several bags of groceries and one specially wrapped
box. Now, you would think that I would go help my mom with the groceries. But,
being the five year old girl I was, I decided to go right for the box.
“Mom,
what’s the box?” I asked.
“Well,
it’s a surprise. So, I can’t really tell you!” she explained.
Whenever a parent says that something is a surprise, it
usually means that they bought a toy for their child.
“OH
MY GOD, A SURPRISE!!” I yelled.
“Yes,
it is a surprise. But, I can’t give it to you right now.” My mom told me.
So, maybe the excitement really got to me. I yanked to
box out of my arms, ran up into my room, locked the door, and sat on my bed. I
didn’t want to rip the box open because I didn’t know what was inside of it. I
gently pried open the box, just enough to peak and see what was inside of it.
“THIS
IS THE CUTEST INDIAN BARBIE DOLL EVER!” I exclaimed.
As I was examining the Barbie doll closely, my mom found
a way to get inside of my room. I didn’t notice that she was in my room until I
saw from the corner of my eye that she was standing at the corner of my bed.
“Do
you like it?” she asked me.
“Yes,
I love it! This is one of the best presents that I ever got.” I replied back.
“Ok,
you can play with it now. But, be downstairs for dinner by 7:00,” Mom reassured
me.
“Yeah
yeah, whatever.” I said carelessly.
The Barbie doll was really cute but the only thing that
was bothering me about it was that the hair was too long. When I looked at the
doll, its hair came down to about its butt. I wanted to make sure the doll
looked nice and I thought it was time for it to get a haircut. I enjoyed
cutting anything so, I was hoping that once I cut the doll’s hair that it would
grow back and I would be able to cut it again. Maybe, next time a different
style.
I walked over to my desk, opened the drawer, and felt
around for my scissors. I picked them up, grabbed the doll, and walked over to
the trash can. I tried to hover over the trash can so when I was cutting the
hair, it would not get all over the floor. I cut the doll’s hair just enough so
it was hanging over her shoulders. Being the germaphobe I was at age five, the
loose strands of hair were really bothering me. I decided it was time for the
doll to get a light wash.
I walked over to my parent’s bathroom and set the doll
down on the counter. I was a very organized child. I didn’t really like doing
anything without any type of planning behind it. I gathered all of the
shampoos, conditioners, body washes, lotions, and bubble bath. I set them all
in order on the counter in order of application. I waltzed over to the bathtub
and turned the hot and cold water faucet completely. I let the water fun for a
while and turned it off when the water was about three fourths of the way full.
I dunked the Barbie doll into the water and rinsed it for some time. I took the
Barbie doll out of the water and set it on the counter but, I didn’t realize
that the water was still running through the faucet.
I went downstairs to get a snack because I was really
hungry. When I went back upstairs, my foot stepped onto the soppy carpet. I was
wondering why the carpet was wet near the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door
to find the bathroom floor covered in water. My eyes traces back to where the
water was coming from. I realized that the faucet was still turned on. I walked
on my tip toes to the faucet to turn it off.
“How am I supposed to clean all of this water up?” I
asked myself.
I started gathering some rags and towels and dropped them
on the floor hoping that they would soak up all of the water. I had probably
cleaned up about half of the water that was on the floor when I heard the door
to the bathroom open slowly. I looked over to the door only to find my mom
standing at the doorway with her mouth dropped open to her chest.
“Alekhya, what happened in here?” she asked me.
“Hum, there was a little accident.” I replied back.
“I know there was an accident. But, I want to know how it
happened? She replied back a little more aggressively.
“I might have just let the faucet on when I went
downstairs.” I said nervously.
“Fine. Since you made the mess, you are going to be the
one that will clean it up. You are not going to leave the bathroom till all of
the water is cleaned up.” My mom told me cold heartedly.
“But, mom.” I said whining
“Oh, and you are also grounded for two weeks.” My mom
said ruthlessly.
I think you can guess how my day went after that
incident. But if anything, I have definitely learned a lesson. Never ever flood
the bathroom.
Explanation:
I really enjoyed writing this piece. It really allowed me to think back to the stupid things that I did when I was little which definitely made me laugh while I was writing it. I think I did a great job using dialogue and introducing some of the main characters in the story. I tried to explain each of my actions in great detail and I had also tried using my senses to incorporate more description into the story. I hope everyone enjoys this ill-advised moment!
