Girls in our Basement?

That title is really confusing, because it's not what it sounds like...

Something I hate is planning what to get for people for Christmas. I get asked all the time, “What should I get so and so for Christmas?” I’m just like, “Uh… Socks? How should I know?”

Since we are so close to Christmas, I should be done with shopping, but I’m not… Haven’t even started. I didn’t go to Black Friday, so I missed my big chance.

But as fun as preparing for Christmas is, the holidays have their major downsides. Since I live in California, it never gets cold enough to snow (except for in the mountains). The closest we have had to snow in a long time on the valley floor is hail, and that was two years ago.

 

 

 

We usually get some rain instead of snow. Then the ground is all muddy, and it’s really cold. But still now snow.

During the two weeks I have off for the holidays, my mom, brother, and I go visit my grandparents. It usually snows for about 10 minutes, and then sits on the ground and looks miserable.

Once when we were there it snowed a lot, like enough to build a two foot tall snowman. I couldn’t believe it. I was having a white Christmas.

 

We made plans to go sledding somewhere the day after Christmas. So I woke up the next day, so excited, and I looked outside, and the snow melted.

 

 

 

I could see the grass through the thin layer of snow. I was pretty upset.

I remember another time from years ago at their house. Behind where they lived there was a family with two girls, one who was my age (I think her name was Ashley), and one who was about 5 years older than me. Ashley introduced me to other girls in the neighborhood and I only remember a few parts of what happened. Here’s a few parts: I was in Ashley’s house playing on the computer, then sometime later I was on another girl’s doorstep, then I was in another girl’s room playing with dolls… I have no idea how my parents let me do this. They always pull the “You’re going to get kidnapped” card, so somehow I snuck around it. Then I remember about 6 girls, who I barely even knew all in my Grandparents’ basement, playing on the exercise equipment. I remember my mom coming downstairs and just staring at us like we were crazy (which we were).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no idea what happened after that. I think they all went to Ashley’s house, and I had to stay back because I caused problems.

I think Ashley moved to Germany with her family a few months later, and apparently came back last year. Next time I visit my grandparents’ house I should go over to the house where they lived and be like, “Yo, Ashley."

 

 

Happy Holidays