I went sleep walking one night when I was ten years old. Unlocked the front door and went for a stroll through the neighborhood. I woke up a few hours later in the middle of the street, barefooted, in a cul de sac I've never been in before. Scared the bejeezus out of me.
Ended up running through the streets until I found my way back home. My parents had been s**tting bricks looking all over for me. They put a lock on my door after that so I couldn't go for anymore midnight strolls.
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DIARY: Tantrums of Childhood
Teen FictionDiary: Tantrums of Childhood The story is subdivided into several chapters, which is symbolic of childhood memories. Highly recommended for children & storytellers
