“At least getting my fingers smashed was eventful,” I think to myself.
“There’s nothing to do!” my friend cries out.
Were currently dying of boredom, what is there to do? We’re tired of playing tag and we already know all of the hiding spots for hide and seek. Were just walking around the neighborhood when we stumble across our neighbor’s house, the neighbor is a very nice older man, maybe in his late 50’s. When we come across the side of his house we see something incredible, something so amazing to us that no reasoning could ever make its way into our minds. What lies in front of us is maybe 8-10 different buckets of exodic colors.
Green, blue, yellow, red, you name it, it was there and ready with a number of paintbrushes at our- I mean his disposal. We look at each other with a knowing look and start to head over to the pile of buckets and brushes, and then our neighbor’s wall. We went crazy, mixing the buckets and making handprints, and dumping the buckets on the wall so we could watch the paint slowly fall to the bottom. By the time we were done, there were maybe 2 buckets of now mitched-matched paint and not one unused paintbrush that's absolutely soaking. Our neighbor’s wall was so colorful you would think a rainbow threw up all over it. It was the most colorful thing I’ve ever seen.
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Admiring our work from the nearby stairs, we look at each other and realize were soaking in a rainbow of paint.
“Spencer!?” My dad shouts
“Where are you!?”
“Dude, we got to go!” my friend says in a distressed voice.
But its too late, my Dad is standing in front of us, with a shocked expression that soon turns to pure rage. He drags me to the house leaving my friend for later.
“What were you thinking!?” my dad yells
“Do you know what kind of damage you have done!?”
“I’m sorry!” I yell back
“I just wanted to have fun!”
At this, my dad calms down and sits on the sofa to collect his thoughts.
“Well, you’re only five, I’ll give you some grace.”
“You’re grounded for two months, no going outside to play at all within these two months.”
I knew right away that he was bluffing, he usually says he’ll ground me for a good while but sooner than later, takes me off.