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Speaking of the dentist…this week, let’s talk about something you HATED to do as a child.  I mean, something you LOATHED.  As always, don’t worry about making any great point, just present a single scene (memory) as vividly as you can!


33 responses to “It’s More Than Just a Muffin”

  1. I hated to be a second child among the siblings. The age difference makes a huge difference. Just a two year difference among my siblings i something which i hate.

  2. Caitlin Mahalik says:

    When I was a child, I hated to do my chores. I always had to clean my room each week or I couldn’t go to my friend’s houses. I remember always going to my room to attempt to clean it and would just end up procrastinating. I would use all my stuff in my room as a distraction and slowly clean, but not actually make much progress. Then I would just stuff everything in my closet or under my bed and say my room was clean. Eventually my parents caught on and I couldn’t do that anymore. I just remember hating my chores and cleaning my room a lot.

  3. Ashley M. says:

    As a child one particular thing sticks out to me that I hated. It was going to my great aunts house with all of my distant cousins. Once a year I would see them and it was on Memorial Day weekend. One of the reasons I disliked going there is because her house had a very strong odor, a mixture of the smell of deep frying food and strong perfume. It always gave me a headache so I avoided going inside as much as I could. But the main reason was because my mom would force me to play with my second cousins. They were not only my cousins but to me they were also the most boring people in the whole world. Most of them were the same age range as me and instead of going swimming and playing outside they sat inside on hot summer days and watched tv, played bored games, and played with cards. I hated going there and dreaded every time I had to see them.

  4. Chris Janis says:

    When I was a child one thing I really hated doing more than anything was going to the doctor my annual checkups and even times when sick. Everything about the doctor’s office bothered me, and it still does to this day at age 19. I used to hate waiting in the room for what seemed like hours (even though it was only a few minutes) knowing I was going to get a shot (even though my mom would tell me I wasn’t in order to keep my happy.) I dreaded going to the doctor’s office even more than the dentist, and to this day like to avoid it as much as possible.

  5. Leroy Mapp says:

    When I was a child, I absolutely hated sweeping the left over grass on the sidewalk in front of my Dad’s house after I had to mow the lawn. My dad would wake me mow the lawn during the day. Then, the next day he would make me get up at 6 in the morning and sweep the left over grass on the sidewalk. The reason why I hated this task was because it took so long to complete. It would be so much grass on the sidewalk and it would take me at least 2 hours to sweep up all the grass. Now that I reflect back to my young age time, I appreciate the tasks because it got me to be familiar with the concept, “You have to do what you need to do, to do what you want to do.” However, I still hated that tasked so much.

  6. Greg Monaco says:

    When I was a kid, I was always dragged to the mall with my mom and three sisters. Heck, I’m still dragged to the mall with them. I’ve always hated it…they always made me go into their girl stores and watch them try on every article of clothing in the every store they saw. Its the reason I hate shopping now. I would get asked if “this made me look fat” or “if this is my style” or “do you think I would wear this outside of the store” every weekend and I would DESPISE it. Then I would get stuck carrying all the bags since I’m the man, apparently. It was horrible, and I prayed for the day I coud stay home alone on my own.

  7. Mary Beth Williamson says:

    One thing that I absolutely despised as a kid was getting my hair brushed. Right after bath time every night, I would put on my nightgown and report straight to my parents room to get my hair brushed by my dad. Before discovering the majestic abilities of conditioner, I had to brace myself everytime I caught sight of a hairbrush. I would wince and whine as my father dragged the brush from my roots to my stringy ends. My dad would spout out motivational mantras such as “bite the bullet, soldier!” and “squeeze my shoulder if it hurts”. I would always have to be holding my blankey to stay strong. It’s one of the reasons that I’m glad adolescence is over.

  8. erika Bar-David English 802 says:

    The one thing I loathed as a kid was practicing my major instrument that I am studying now in school. When I was four my parents told me that I had heard one of my closest friends play the violin who is a year older than me. Her birthday is the day before mine also. But I heard her play and my parents said I turned and said, “I need a violin right now.” Over the years though it became almost like an obsessive thing for my parents. They dedicated all their time to make sure to tell me to practice and how to practice being professionals themselves. However my teacher is in the Philadelphia Orchestra and seeing as though my dad is as well and my mom teaches at the hardest music school in the country I began to resent all the attention being put on me. I am not an only child. I have an older brother who is three years older than me so he will be graduating this year. He got away with it, he chose sports of all things. My parents when I play with them for a performance in a rehearsal my mom will make a comment. Then my dad will come in and say, “Oh by the way can I add something to that?” It drives me crazy I’m like one is enough thank you and sometimes they have a difference of opinion on how to play something and that drives me even crazier. My parents forced me to practice as I got older knowing that if they didn’t I probably wouldn’t on my own. Thing is maybe they’re right but maybe I need some space like now in college to take responsibility for my own actions and if I choose not to then I face the consequences that’s not their problem.

    My mom would have days where she would say, “You know when I was your age I used to practice such and such hours a day.” I would be like yeah great for you congratulations but I am not going to become you. And my mom says to me, “Well if you’re not then what will you do with your life?” Point taken but it is my life my choice. I enjoy the time I have with performing with groups and solo. But I enjoy it most when it’s my choice to do something. I love orchestra I love playing in small ensembles I love getting paid for gigs. They are fun and I should want to enjoy it and I do. But as a kid I hated practicing it more than anything.

  9. Lauren Rivera says:

    I absolutely hated going to my piano lessons. I would always just play by ear when I was younger but my mom insisted that I learn to read music. I went every week for an hour (which seemed like forever at the time) and had to practice in between lessons. After about 4 or 5 years I finally put my foot down and told my mom I wasn’t going anymore. I was so relieved to not have to go anymore and just play the piano whenever I feel like it.

  10. Michael Russo says:

    The one thing I hated the most as a child was going to baseball practice. Baseball is the absolute worst sport in the entire world, very boring and never caught my interest. My father forced me to play baseball since it was one of his favorite sports growing up as a child, and I tried everything in my power to avoid practices, but it was so difficult since he was my coach. I complained to my mom so I could stop playing the dreaded sport, but she also forced me since it made my dad happy. I was in such a predicament I finally confronted my dad and told him baseball was not for me. It took him three more seasons before he let me off the hook but damn did that suck.

  11. Sabrina Merz says:

    Something i hated so much when I was in first grade was going to school. I went to a very strict Catholic school and my first grade teacher was an extremely anal nun. I honestly blame her for being a wussy even now. She made us take these daily tests, and if you failed them she would tell you that you were stupid. She would literally scream in your face that you were unintelligent in front of our entire class. Parents called the school weekly about that damage she was doing to their children, and the year after i had her, she was fired. But still, i will never forget how every morning i would be afraid to go to school because i felt completely bullied by my teacher.

  12. Aaronei Humphrey says:

    As a child I hated going to summer camp. It’s weird because I really enjoyed going to school. I think I hated it so much because I never took the time to befriend any of the girls. They were all older than me and treated me weirdly. I was in my own world as a child. I always made my own fun and let my imagination take me places. I didn’t need other children to have fun, and I hated being indoors during the summer.

  13. Marina Lamanna says:

    I loved going to the dentist, actually…

    Regardless, the one I thing I hated to do during my childhood was to go car-shopping. Though the actual purchase of a car was only done on two occasions, the process of picking out said car is a process all in itself.

    I suppose complete disinterest in automobiles prompted my disdain for car lots. This indifference is still wholly prevalent in that I still find it wildly difficult to identify cars. Audi? Ford? BMW? Convertible?

    Kidding, I can discern a convertible.

    So not only was I utterly disinterested by the cars, I was also nauseated by them. This issue tended to arise at new car lots rather than used ones, simply because of “new car” smell. I’ve been told this smell is actually enjoyable to some people, but quite the contrary was true for me. Simply sitting in the back seat of a new car triggered my gag reflexes.

    Luckily, once my nausea became apparent, my parents tended to leave me behind on car-shopping trips.

  14. Anthony Ferro says:

    This is an easy one. Out of everything I have ever done in my childhood, the one thing I absolutely despised was not the dentist, but the orthodontist. My over-protective mother wanted me to get braces, even after the orthodontist told us they were not necessary and my teeth would be fine if I did not get them. So I was forced to get braces. Every single time I went in for a tightening I would come out in serious pain that lasted for days. Every trip there was a fight with my Mom. The place I had to go was about a 45 minute drive and the orthodontist was a goofy old man who had a lazy eye. YES, this dude with a lazy eye was screwing mental into my mouth. Sometimes he wouldn’t even put his mask thing on and he’d be breathing in my face. Also, he would keep telling me “oh, only another month and you should done” for about 6 years. In my opinion that guy was a snake and just said that to get more money from us. I really wanted to flip out on everybody there whenever I went. My Mom would tell me as I was sitting crying afterwords that it would be worth it and blah blah blah, but I didn’t believe it at all since it wasn’t necessary. It was a huge waste of money, time, gas and above all, pain and suffering. To this day my mother and I still fight about it. No part of my childhood was worse then going to the orthodontist.

  15. Dillon Tosto says:

    When I was entering sixth grade I had to get braces and I hated going to the dentist any way but getting braces made it ten times worse. I had braces for a year and a half, from sixth to the middle of seventh grade. During that span i had to always go and get my braces tightened. That to me was the worst thing in the world at the time. Every time I had to go to the dentist and get my braces tightened, the dentist would pull on my teeth, and after me braces were tightened my teeth would hurt for days. This made it hard to eat and painful too. I dreaded the days I had to go to the dentist for the reason that they made me hate my life for around three days after I went. That is what I hated to do in my childhood years.

  16. Brett Churchill says:

    Something I really hated to do as a child was doing homework outside of school. I always tried getting away with doing all of my homework in school, but it was usually inevitable that I would have to go do homework on most nights. I was always a somewhat intelligent person (not to toot my own horn) but I could never apply myself enough to do homework. Sometimes I even woke up early to do homework before school just because I wanted to hang out at night and thought I could save it for later. I work well under pressure and I find it extremely difficult to work on something long before it’s due. I’d rather finish homework right before it’s due because I feel like I’m wasting the smallest amount of time. This does however affect my work for the better because I do not spend much time going over it making sure it’s the best it can be. To an extent I am still a huge procrastinator, but I strive to change this and do as best as I can and work on my homework a while before its due so it can be the best I can do.

  17. The thing I hated to do in my childhood is the same thing I hate doing now, dishes. That was the primary chore I hated. One of the main reasons I hate it is the whole staring at a blank wall for long periods of time trying to scrub food off. To me it was one of the most disgusting things as a kid. I could deal with most of the other chores even cleaning litter boxes or cleaning the yard after the dog, but there was something about food dishes that made me sick. I guess some of it is the cleaning of leftovers that have been in the fridge a few days and the fact that I am allergic to mold spores. Its a little less difficult now but I still hate doing it. I have only gotten apartments with dishwashers now and sometimes get friends to help me with dishes so I dont have to do them.

  18. As a child I absolutely LOATHED cleaning my room. I always thought that I was a guy and I shouldn’t have to clean my room, but my mother would always make me do it if it got to a bad point. I never really had much of a mess to be honest anyways. I grew up in a row home in philly, and my room was very small to begin with. I would bring food up to my desk and leave the plates sitting there, or change from school clothes to regular clothes and leave them on the floor, and I wouldn’t touch them for days until I would finally get scolded for it. I never wanted to clean my room, and would always do a quick rushed clean up where I would just pick up clothes and throw them into the laundry basket and take any cups and plates downstairs. I didnt vacuum as I had a hardwood floor, and sweeping only took a few seconds. It was never much work, but it would make me want to hang myself or put holes in the walls. I don’t know why, and as I look back on it now it just amuses me. But at the time, there was nothing I hated more than that. I would rather walk barefoot on glass for 200 feet than to clean my room. I remember one day when I was in the 6th grade, I had just finished a homework assignment in science and was about to walk outside and go play basketball until my mother stormed into my room and told me to clean up or I wasnt allowed out. I started throwing a fit for over two hours as to how I was going to waste my time and it would get dark and I wouldnt be able to play. After 2 hours of tears and yelling, I finally picked up my clothes and took the dishes out and sweeped the floor. Then I quickly wiped down all the shelves and what not. This took maybe 15 minutes. I spent over 2 hours throwing a fit about wasting time doing something that only took 15 minutes. I was a very stubborn child growing up, and it’s extremely silly now that I look back at it. Nowadays, cleaning my room actually takes a lot longer because I take more time to prepare myself to go “out” with friends than my sister does, which is sad for a 19 year old guy. At the same time, I throw clothes and all kinds of stuff on the floor and rush out, and still get scolded by my parents. I am a commuter, and live at home with them, so I am still obliged to their conditions. I still don’t like cleaning my room, but I do it for my own self sometimes. I grew up to hating the feeling of chaos and disorder, as well as uncleanliness.

  19. Jonathan Kelly says:

    As a child, I absolutely hated going shopping with my mom. We would spend hours upon hours just going from store to store every weekend. It just felt like a complete waste of time that lasted forever. Macy’s, Strawbridges, Grocery Stores, Sears, and many more were on the list of places I dreaded going to. Occasionally she would bribe me by going to Toys R Us or gamestop every once in a while but we would usually only spend about twenty minutes in those places compared to the hours spent in the others. Sometimes I would ask to wait in the car so at least I could listen to the radio and play pokemon on my gameboy without being dragged along to these stores. My feet would ache after the countless hours wasted away. I remember one particular instance when I refused to go out with my mother. I threw the biggest hissy fit in my life. I think I had just had enough at that point. I still didn’t get out of going but I think from that point on I made it clear…I was not going to put up with this any longer. My mom seemed to have gotten the message also. She was a lot more generous when asking if I wanted to go out shopping with her. As I got older I started caring a lot less and I just went with her to make her feel better. To this day it’s still not one of my favorite activities but I seemed to have built up a tolerance to this occasion. It’s more of just a bonding experience than a dreadful task that seemed to last an eternity.

  20. Patrick Lyden says:

    One of the things that I absolutely hated as a child was group punishment. I was always told that if you do the right thing you won’t get in trouble, and always frustrated me when I would make intent to do the right thing the guy next to me did not and I got in trouble anyway. This would happen a lot in my elementary school days I had some very bad kids my class that would always go out of their way to frustrate the teacher because the teachers human being, they would get upset and take it out on the rest of the class. I wasn’t the bravest kid around so I wouldn’t take any chances that could have gotten me into trouble very quickly the teachers learned that. They were also quickly learned the real troublemakers were, but it seemed like to make no effort to punish those that were obviously guilty. I knew it was wrong for them to just assume that someone was guilty, but they would all but see them doing it. I knew that the teachers’ jobs were hard, but the fact that they weren’t singling out that one person early on was just making their jobs even harder. The person would not receive the discipline that they required, they would continue to do these things that would ultimately get the whole class in trouble, and I would sit there upset feeling as though matter how good I would act, I would still get in trouble thanks to someone else’s actions. Even though I felt that no matter how hard I tried I would still get in trouble, I never wanted to participate in the actions that my classmates were doing to get us all in trouble because then I would just felt really bad about myself, because even at that early age my life I knew that these actions just weren’t me. Ever since day one when I found out that there were good people and bad people the world and people that did the right thing and people to did the wrong thing, I decided that I was going be the person that did the right thing and was good, and is matter what, these events were not going to make me change my mind. I remember that this bugged me so much because it continued until the end of high school, and finally is starting to go away, it still happens sometimes, but not nearly as much back in the days of grade school. It helped to change and shape my personality what it is today, and made me decide that if I’m ever put in the position to do something like that, I will surely do the hard thing and find whoever is guilty from the very beginning and not punish everybody.

  21. There wasn’t really much that I disliked doing when I was a child, but if I had to pick something it definitely would be putting my clothes away. Now that I think about it, it’s actually really stupid. Putting clothes away takes about 5 minutes but I would take extreme measures to avoid the task. And then I would get yelled at because the pile of clothes would be sitting on the bed and I’d just kick them off when I went to go to bed. I think the reason I despised it so much was because my drawers were a mess anyway and I didn’t want to make room for the clean clothes. Plus I could just go through them easily in the morning when I needed an outfit so I guess I really didn’t understand the point. Now I can’t leave my room unless my clothes are in the exact place they need to be in. I guess it’s because now I do my own laundry so I appreciate the fact that the clothes are clean, the effort it took and there’s no reason things shouldn’t be put away.

  22. Sunny Shah says:

    The one thing that I hated to do I mean absolutely hated to do as a child was go grocery shopping with my mom. I remember one time when I really really just wanted to go home after Taekwondo practice one night my mom was like yea we are going to go straight home and then as I noticed as she starts driving the completely opposite direction to where my home was located I started to wonder exactly were she was driving to and then we pulled up to the grocery store and I was sooo exhausted from practice and sooo mad that she lied to me and took me the grocery store I started to get sooo mad that I wouldn’t get out of the car.

  23. Aaron Coles says:

    As a kid, I hated washing dishes. It just seemed as such a daunting and time consuming task. When washing dishes, I would just take so long it drove me crazy. I would take such a long time that I would be there well after I should have been in bed and I had to sacrifice sleep for a few dishes to be washed. My mom purposely didn’t let us use the dishwasher for whatever reason so each night was spent on manual labor by the sink. What made it especially bad was when I was busy at work scrubbing pots, pans and such someone would add more dirty dishes to the sink. I knew I would be there for at least another hour at that point. Even worse was when as soon as I was about done with the dishes, I was told to sweep the floor or take out the trash or some other kitchen chore like that. I guess cleanliness wasn’t my thing. Either that or my nightly cartoons were more important to me. Either way, washing the dishes is something I did not enjoy as a kid and still not so much today. Today however, it is a lot less daunting and can be done a lot quicker.

  24. i hated going to the dentist. that was the only thing i hated as a kid. i always would gag on the x ray tabs because they were much too large for my child size mouth. i also hated chores like taking the garbage and recyclables. making the bed everyday also made no sense to me. i was going to be back in it in a few hours.

  25. Kenny Kirby says:

    I guess the thing i hated the most as a child was making my bed. I never saw the reason for it. When i would go to sleep i would roll all over the place so when i woke up the blankets would be everywhere. I never had much time in the morning and the only other time i would be in my room was right before bed. Because of this making the bed right before i went to sleep seemed pointless because when i woke up in the morning it was ruined again.Whenever my mom would tell me to make my bed i always hated it and would argue as long as i could before i had to go up and make it. Even when i did make it, it was done the quickest way possible. I would just lay the blankets on top of the bed so it looked made. I never tucked in the sheets or did any of the other things that are supposed to be done. Even now i hate making the bed because it always gets messed up in the morning and i just look at it as a waste of time.

  26. Eric Horton says:

    As a child, above all else I hated going to the orthodontist. My orthodontist was a wonderful man who always paid careful attention to me and to my health, but the procedures he carried out were awful. Most people have experienced braces, and can appreciate how uncomfortable wearing and maintaining them are. But the most dreaded part of my orthondontic experience was not getting braces, but another painful appliance: the palate expander. My palate was too narrow, apparently, and as a result I was given a metal appliance that spanned the roof of my mouth. Every morning, my mom used a special key to expand the appliance, pushing the sides of my palate apart. When she turned the key, I could feel pain and pressure not just in my mouth but in my entire skull. The first time she turned it I was shocked: why would my mother do something like this to me? I wore the expander for months, and after it was removed braces seemed like nothing.

  27. Danny Luca says:

    When I was younger the thing that I hated most was going to the doctor, but more specifically whenever needles were involved. I can’t recall when my fear and hatred of needles began but my earliest memory of a doctor’s office includes receiving a vaccination. As my mother and I sat and waited for the doctor to attend us, I wondered about how it would feel like to get a shot. I thought about it for a few minutes while swinging my feet back and forth and then turned to my mother. I pulled gently on the sleeve and asked in a frail voice if it was going to hurt. She smiled and as she placed her hand on my face my mother attempted to reassure me that it would be no worse than a tiny pinch. This upset me because I half-expected her to say something to that effect. In the moments I had spent thinking about it I was certain that most other kids hated vaccinations and described them as being far worse than a tiny pinch. I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for her to say, I simply knew I wanted to go home and play with cousins. When we went in, the doctor spoke with my mother and all I could feel was the air around me getting colder. I started fidgeting and rubbing my arms thinking it would warm me up. Then the doctor picked me up and sat me down on a white padded table. His hands were cold and rough. I looked at my mother. She laughed and said it would be alright. I was upset and told her it wasn’t funny. Then I turned to the doctor who now had gloves on and was rubbing my arm with a wet cotton ball. The liquid felt even colder than the air and worried me. All I could do was think and a million questions arose in my mind. Why was it so cold? What was that liquid for? Why did it smell so strong? Why is my mom laughing when I’m scared? Why won’t she just take me home? Then the doctor told me it would be alright and I would feel a slight pinch, but only for a little bit. I told him to go slow but get it over with fast. He smiled and began the injection. When I saw the needle the first thought that popped into my mind was how long it seemed. It reminded me almost of a metallic mosquito. I hated mosquitoes. The doctor gave me the injection and I tried not to scream but as soon as the needle pushed into my skin I felt the unbearable pressure. As the needle pushed in further I was almost certain that it would hit a bone a break through my arm or get stuck inside and would have to be surgically removed. I felt my heart banging against my chest and swore that my veins would burst. Then when I looked back the doctor was pulling out the needle and I felt a sensation of relief throughout my entire body. Now that I’m older I don’t get so worked up about needles, and my last blood test was surprisingly easy, but as I child I couldn’t stand needles.

  28. In my life I’ve been through a handful of surgeries, and the worst part of each and everyone of them was both the blood work and IVs. For my scoliosis surgery I had the blood work done around the corner from my house. When she started to draw it I accidentally glanced at the vile and quickly looked away, but not before she had time to say “Oh my, its filling up so fast”, I nearly fainted! But worse than that was after the surgery and after the ICU when I began to remember days. It was maybe the second day and I still had about six IVs in, when I realized this I threw my hands up and freaked out. One in my hand popped out, after my nervous, disgusted, breakdown the nurse came in to put a new one in…because five wasn’t enough apparently. The spot she proposed was in my ankle. Absolutly not! nuh uh, no way! I thought. About a half hour before this my mom headed home, and of course I made her come all the way back before I let them touch me. After she put it in, my mom went home, and within minutes of her departure I fell asleep.

  29. Maia says:

    While I wasn’t very fussy about any specific activities in my childhood, I hated being confronted with my age. If no one ever said anything to me, I would have thought I was (mentally) well in my tweens; I even continued to think so despite the fairly consistent flow of reminders I received from those responsible for my safety.
    As the youngest in my family, it is understandable that I detested being excluded from the activities of my elders. What may then be less understandable, especially due to the fact that I was constantly reprimanded for my persistence to be included, is that I refused to accept the limitations of my stature. I could not grasp why, being six years old, my older sister didn’t want my help with her math homework, or why my aunt was dubious of my ability to carry soup through her living room without spilling.
    As I grew and saw those younger than me filling the roles my peers and I once held, I realized how young they were, and how large of a gap there was between my age and my perception of my wisdom. It made me realize how silly I was, not only for getting ahead of myself in thinking I was wiser than my years or brain development actually afforded me, but also for trying to hold myself to the standards of those older than me.

  30. John Billemeyer says:

    When I was younger, I would have to goto my Grandparents on a certain day every year to husk corn. It was on my Mom’s side of the family, she is one of twelve, so I have a huge family with about 40 or 45 cousins. Every year, my Grandparents take count as to how many husks each of our families wanted, and would purchase the corn from a nearby farm for a good price. The whole family was involved, everyone had a job from husking, brushing, cleaning, cooking, cutting, bagging, carrying used cobs out, labeling, and freezing the bags. It was a very long process that took all day long, everyone did the same amount of work no matter the size of their individual order. I absolutely hated going each year. It was incredibly painstaking for me so I would try to make up excuses every year as to why I couldn’t go. From sickness to other plans, I had all the excuses. It was my least favorite day out of the year, but having the fresh authentic corn all year made it worth the while. We always met and did it in the summer, so it was always way too hot out, but by the time I was 13 or 14, I had mastered getting out of the task every year because I despised it so much.

  31. Nancy Michelle says:

    There wasn’t really anything I particularly hated as a kid, I liked vegetables, I liked going to the doctor for the free candy and I enjoyed going to the dentist because my teeth were health. But I would say as a child I absolutely hated grilled cheese and I still do. I ate grilled cheese when I was 8 years old and I puked so from that say on I wont eat it. So I’m not sure if I hated it, it just made me sick

  32. sien j says:

    As I child I hated sleepovers. During the beginning of the evening I was usually distracted by the fun, but as soon as it was time to sleep, I was suddenly left alone to my thoughts and would begin to panic. Regardless of how late it was, I would call my parents to come pick me up and take me home. It wasn’t until I was in fifth grade when I had my first successful sleep over. My parents sent my sister and I to stay with our aunt for a week. We arrived at her house early in the morning, and spent the day wandering about San Francisco. Then, as the day came to an end, the moment I was dreading finally arrived. Fifteen minutes into my attempt to fall asleep, I realized I was doomed. I called my dad and hysterically begged him to book me an early flight home. Eventually he convinced me that he had booked a new flight for me in a few hours, but that I should take a quick nap before I left to the airport. Sure it’s a little weird for a ten year old to be that gullible, but I was exhausted so I was willing to believe anything that would allow me to feel better and fall asleep. After a successful nights rest, I woke up the next morning feeling like a champion.

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