When I was young (by William)

Every preschooler knows that nap time is a total relaxing time when you roll out your cute Rolly Pollies, the personal roll-out blankets.   

 

Me in row 3, light blue Simpson sweatshirt

A long time ago, what was a crisp clear day suddenly turned foggy and rainy.  It all started at nap time, when I decided to have some fun.  I started making hiccupping noises. After these sounds, Mrs. “Meanie” Melinda stormed over to me. She hissed, “William! What do you think you’re doing? Go to the principal’s office right now!” I stood up weakly. Both of our faces were tomatoes. Her face was due to enragement, while mine was due to embarrassment. I staggered sadly to the principal’s office. 

Once I got there, I told the principal what I had done during nap time. He was tomato-faced but not as enraged as Mrs. “Meanie” Melinda. He was able to calm down, and he told me to not make noises at nap time again. He also declared that he needed to get my fingerprints. “Fingerprints!” I thought. “B-but I c-can’t,” I stopped before my eyes busted into waterfalls of tears. Preschoolers know that when the principal says something, he/she means it. I felt like a new criminal being captured and detained when I gave him my fingerprints.

When the principal told me it was dismissal time, I trudged down the hallway. My grandpa was there. “William,” he started. Before he could say anything else, I stopped him by saying, “I know, I know. We can talk about it at home.”

From that day on, I never again emitted another fake noise in front of Mrs. “Meanie” Melinda!