This is from our story based on a map of our home, or someplace special. It has been revised since I got it back.
Summer break runs from the beginning of June until the middle of August. It might have been the summer of 95’ but I lived on a blue, two story house on Forrest Street. I was six and was friends with most of the other six year olds on my block. Across the street from my house lived my best friends, Josh and Justine. Josh was in my grade, his sister, Justine, was a couple years older than us. Josh and I played almost every day in the summertime. He had brown hair; he was much taller than me and talked with a stutter. The kids on our block all made fun of him because of it but I didn’t mind it. He was my best friend after all. We had lots of adventures, from building an igloo in his driveway, to riding our bikes out in the alley way behind my house. One day that summer Josh and I had nothing to do, we sat on my front porch steps watching the rest of the neighborhood. We got on the topic of the elderly couple that lived next to Josh’s house.
“Hey, you know Mr. & Mrs. Bentsen?” asked Josh.
My parents were good friends with them and I had been over inside their house before but I had hardly talked to them. So I responded with,
“Yeah my mom talks to Mrs. Bentsen all the time, why?”
“Well, I was just thinking that we could go check out their backyard, it’s awesome! Have you ever seen it before?”
“No, what’s back there?” I asked
“I go back there all the time. They have a beautiful garden and a pond with gold fish in it. They let me play in it whenever I want. Do you wanna go see it?”
I thought to myself for a minute, that there was really nothing else to do, and Josh said he goes back there all the time so why not?
Even though the couple wasn’t home I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t feel any guilt as we lifted the latch and broke into their backyard. I mean Josh did say that he goes back there all the time. The first step I took was onto a stone-paved walkway. In my six young years of life, their garden was so big and so lush that it was the prettiest thing that I had ever seen. There were so many colors that it looked like a rainbow of flowers. Josh took me on a tour of it, like he had been there time and time before. He elaborated on all sorts of stories about how he went swimming in the pond, about the number of birds he saw in the birdbath, and playing in their flowers. We were back there for the whole summer afternoon. We got into a sort of game where we made a little garden of our own. We had picked off almost all of the big, red roses, and the yellow tulips to make our garden. A cardinal perched on the birdbath inspired us to make our little garden a place for the birds. We even gathered twigs nest-like, so the birds could have a place to stay and visit. It began to get dark out so Josh and I went back to our homes laughing about the fun day we had.
After dinner the phone rang. My mom answered and trouble began.
“Oh, I don’t know who could have done that, I’m really sorry that happened… Well I’ll let you know if I hear anything Mrs. Bentsen.”
My mom came into the living room and asked me what I did that day.
“Well, Josh and I played outside all day.”
I was hesitant to tell her what we really did but she gave me that look like she already knew. So I finally gave in and told her about our adventure and how we had made a pretty place for the birds to visit. My mom asked me why I did that and she told me that it was wrong of me to trespass. I tried to justify my reasoning to her telling her that I didn’t know I was trespassing because Josh had been back there so many times before. She called Mrs. Bentsen back and explained that she knew who the trespassers were.
The next day I had to go clean up the garden by myself because Josh had denied the whole story.