A "PORCH TALE FROM (CHJ) 7/2010
I am the 3rd child of 5 but back in the days, when I was 8, there was only 4 of us and my single mother. My mother was getting dressed for church and I had decided to go outside to play. Our porch was the holding place for us kids til my Mom was ready to go. I asked my mom if I could go over my friend Melissa's house but she said I couldn't and don't leave the porch because we were leaving soon. Being the rebellious child that I was, I decided to leave the porch anyway. The thing was, my friend didn't exactly live next door to me, she didn't even live down the street. Melissa lived almost 30 minutes from the house (if you're walking). I went over her house as if nothing was wrong with that. We played in her backyard with a sick bird then took it in her house to show her mother.
I remember her father had pealed potatoes and was eating them raw. I told him that I had never eaten a raw potato before then he gave me a slice. I had bitten into it but didn't like it. I stayed a little longer and was probably there for about 30 minutes when I decided to leave. Melissa's mom let her walk me half way home and I walked the rest of the way. As I was approaching my back porch, my mom was just leaving out the door. She never knew I had left the PORCH. She just turned to me and my other siblings and said "Let's go".
On our way to church, I thought about Melissa and the sick bird. Then I thought about the potato Melissa's dad had given me and how bad it tasted on my tongue. I also thought about how long that walk was from Melissa's house. Lastly, I thought about what would've happened if my mom would've found out that I had left our back porch when she told me not to leave. I never once thought about what could have happened to me while I was returning home, just think, my mom never knew I was gone. I guess that porch just made me a bit daring that day.
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