The Worst Day Ever

A True Story by Michael Sykes

It was a bad day. I didn't know it at the time, and how could have I? I was only 6, or maybe 8 years old. Or it could have been 5. Honestly, I don't really remember. But suffice to say I was not old enough to have any inkling of what was to come for me. Instead I played on in the sandbox, blissfully unaware of the devastation to come.

The sandbox didn't hold my attention for long though, and I left for the front yard. Maybe I was bored, or maybe my best friend at the time, Kelly, was getting on my nerves. Kelly was only 4. Or 6. Well she was two years younger than me in any case. The front yard held many temptations, including berries. I did what any young boy of that age would do, I picked the berries up and threw them one by one into the street. Have you ever thrown berries into the street? Neither had I, and I never would again. The sky darkened, and the wind began to pick up a bit, when a pick up truck drove by.

SCREEEEEEEEECH! (that's the sound of a pick up truck coming to an abrupt stop, in case you were wondering).

RRROOOOOOOOM! (pick up truck in reverse)

THUNK! (door slamming)

RRRRRRRUUUUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH! (noise the ugly guy who got out of the truck made when he started to yell at me for trying to throw rocks at his truck).

Well needless to say, I wet my pants. I don't know if it was the look on my face, or the urine on my thigh, but he got back in his truck and drove off. I went around back, and started playing in the sand again. It seemed like the right thing to do.

Copyright 2003 Michael Sykes