Shepherd 3Sherieana ShepherdGuidryEnglish 101024 September 2014Every night it was the same routine. I would lie in bed sucking my little, orange pacifier; after, seeing the smallest sign of sleep from my mother, I would sneak off.I would stumble out of the king size bed with my extra large snoop character pillow. Pausing to make sure my mother did not wake, I would slowly move toward the bedroom door. After gently opening the wailing door, being careful not to drop my pacifier, I would make my way into the living room.Once I entered the living room, the strong, appetizing smell of coffee would immediately hit my nose. As I eased further into the living room, I would hear the voice of the Scooby Doo gang blasting loudly on the television. Just like any other night, my grandmother would be sitting on the large, brown co ...view middle of the document...
I would then take my regular portion of toast and coffee and eat and drink until I was full!After being satisfyingly full, my grandmother would turn the television to some Michael Jackson music videos. I truly believe that we were his biggest fans. We would laugh, sing, and dance until we got so tired that we could no long do either! After having our night of Scooby Doo, Michael Jackson, and toast and coffee we would go in the hallway's closet and get the largest blankets there were. We would then get chairs and pillows and set up a tent with our blankets. After setting up our tent, we would make pallets with our pillows and tell each other stories. The stories that were told would be funny and sometimes on rainy nights even scary. After telling our stories, we would lay under the tent with the lights completely off and make shadows on the ceiling with flashlights. Anything you could imagine would be made from our shadow. We would make bunnies, clouds, monsters, butterflies, letters, numbers, and, even, birds. After doing all of this, it would be around two o'clock in the morning. My grandmother would then cook us a nice breakfast. It would always consist of grits, eggs, toast, and bacon. After eating our breakfast, we would lie on the couch and eventually fall asleep.The next morning, my mother would wake up and find me missing. Of course, she knew exactly where I was. She would storm into the living room to find me sound asleep under my grandmother. After waking us both up with the most scolding, terrifying stare, she would begin to fuss. "What have I told you about bothering your grandmother at night?" she would ask. My grandmother would then take up for me while I would stay silent. The fuss would soon be over, and I would be back to planning my escape for the next night. The rush and excitement of sneaking out and getting away with it was the best thing a three-year-old child could feel.
