*Keep in mind that I have changed names and locations for personal reasons.

*Based on a true story.

The 2nd of July. Today was the car ride up to the beach house. My family and I were riding in a SUV that’s air conditioning only worked on high; freeze to death and hear nothing but blowing air, or melt in the hot, confined car. Not a pleasant occasion. I am an only child, with no brothers or sisters. So, it was just me, my mom and dad, and Daisy, our little white fluffy dog. In a hot or frozen car. Going for a 10 hour drive down to Florida to celebrate the 4th. Oh joy.

 Obviously I had brought some entertainment, which served me well for the duration of the trip; my DS and book were all I needed. The trip down was really quite uneventful, however we did get stuck in a little traffic and had to add a couple hours to the trip. On a few back roads we almost ran into some deer. Almost.

 Around midnight, we arrived. Some of my older cousins came out to greet me; John and Carol.  All my relatives down here were cousins. Some small, some not. Everyone had already arrived. We greeted each other and went strait In the house.. I headed downstairs to set up my gaming systems. I had brought my Xbox 360, and a newly bought toploader NES. Even if I wasn’t around when it came out, I’m a sucker for retro games. My third cousin, Rick, came down to help me set them up. We threw in SMB3 and played till 2 in the morning. Rick is 29, but he still loves the old games and knows all the secrets. When everyone was asleep, I crept up to my bed in on the second floor. It took me awhile to get to sleep, but I finally did. I am a terrible insomniac. My parents just refuse to do anything about it.

The 3rd of July; 10:00ish in the morning. I woke up to the sound of “WAAAAHN WAAH!” And “Mommy! MOMMMMY!!!” I looked at the clock by my bed. I was surprised that I got that much sleep; the kids must’ve got to bed late last night.

After breakfast, during which little kids ran on my feet every minute, I headed downstairs to play some Zelda. But, sadly for me, I was followed by my 6 year old cousin, Tom. Soon, I heard more feet stampede the ground above me and all 5 of the little cousins toppled out. I wasn’t going to get out of there without playing, so I started running around while they chased me. The last thing I remember about that miserable experience was all of them surrounding me while I was on a couch. They all jumped me, and my glasses broke. I don’t mean a lens popped out, or a loose screw fell out, I mean they fell apart. I shooed the kids away and jogged upstairs to see what could be done. I asked my dad and mom for help, and they fixed them… Sort of. The fix required that I had to wear my magnetic clip on sunglasses with them. Joy. Now everyone would think I was blind. (No offence meant there)