I got off at my grandmother's house and walked inside.
The dogs came towards me. I was so excited I pushed the doll off and hopped on.
I walked down the street and saw two boys playing with their dogs. They were giving their dolls a ride on the dogs' backs.
Before I moved to NY when I was seven, as you know, I lived in Austin, Texas. Recently we went back there during Easter Break, and it made me think of one time when I was four when I went up to Dallas to visit my grandmother. While visiting, nobody noticed me pushing the screen door open and going outside. I walked down to the creek, my favorite spot, but there was something different about it.There was some sort of strange murky liquid flowing in the lake. I had just learned to swim, and I decided to try my 'expert' swimming on the creek. Everything was going great.But then something started pushing on me.
They tried seven times to take a bath, but each time I beat them to the tub. They had to wait patiently while I gave myself a bath, climbed out, and walked away before trying again. She finally dressed me up and decided to find my mom before I priced the water bill any higher. I told them my mom's name was Momma, and we started wandering down the street asking the neighbors if I belonged to them. I wandered away while they were having a conversation with a man.
I was carried down the stream until I came to a house. I climbed on shore and walked up to the house. When I told them I was lost they quickly dried me off and fed me.While I was eating Cheerios the woman, named Mrs. Grossman, (but she wasn't a man and she was pretty so I didn't get that) decided to go upstairs to take a bath. Now, I LOVED baths. So as soon as I heard the water running I headed upstairs, because every bath was obviously for me. If somebody wanted to take a bath they'd have to share. So when Mrs. Grossman fetched her towels I climbed into the tub.
Happy Momma's Day.