The Beginning Of Trouble.

I have no idea where you would want me to start at age 5, I guess I can start where I began to run a way from home when I was supposed to be in school but never went. I would wake up early along with my grandma who lived with my family. Mom and Dad, where always asleep though, I wake up and I would run around in my sleep cloths. (Bad Idea), I ran to neighbors houses, I would try to break in or open the door to get in, I ran to a house that was wide open. I snuck in and I talked to a person who was new to the neighborhood and I talked to him. Trouble. I was being paged back to the house. I was way on the other side of the neighborhood, the thing was mom was so loud and the neighborhood was so quiet I could hear her yell for me. I got inside and mom had a wooden paddle ready to use on me. I came in the house. Mom stood there in the kitchen waiting for my arrival back to where I really should have stayed. The house. I was spanked and I was sent to my room by my mother and I was told you are grounded for a week. Let me tell you, I was not expecting that. I think grandma found out it was too quiet around the house, because I was bothering grandma before the situation even happened. I really think grandma woke mother and told her I was gone. Mom always hated waking up early in the morning by someone. She was usually a night owl.