One thing that I would never ever do again is take my car without my parents permission. The summer of my fifteenth year, it was the "cool thing to do." One of my friends had come over. We didn't have a ride anywhere because my parents were gone. So we decided to go and find one of our friends who could drive. The only way we could find him was to take my car and go and look for him. So that's what we did. We went to his house and tons of places and we couldn't find him. So we went and parked the car, so we could think about what we were going to do. Well when we tried to start the car again, it wouldn't start. We ran to our friend's house. He gave us a ride and tried to help us. We had locked the doors to my car, which was really stupid because I knew that I didn't have a key to open the door. If we wouldn't have locked the doors or would've had a key we could've just towed it back to my house. My mom was out of town so I couldn't tell her, which was probably b!
             etter. I would rather tell my dad, but he was at work. So I had to call him at work, and I was balling my eyes out. He thought that something had happened to my mom, so after he found out what had happened he was very relieved, and not very upset. It was horrible, but I learned my lesson.
             When I was around five years my best friend and I decided to make some s'mores. Since we were so little we didn't really know what s'mores even were. We also watched "Wayne's World" almost everyday. So we were watching "Wayne's World" and we decided that we wanted some s'mores. So we went up to the kitchen and got two huge salad bowls. We poured about half a bag of marshmallows in each bowl. Then put all kinds of chocolate syrup and peanut butter in with the marshmallows. Then they went to the microwave. We melted them completely and stirred them up really good. My friend's mom had t
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