I hit my sister over the head with a rock.

so when Hannah and I were like, five six, our next door neighbor (who, since we never saw anything except her eye through a hole in the wood, had been dubbed "eye") –’s dad got divorced and took her dog. we decided we would run away—to Texas, which we knew was across the street and a long ways off—and find her dog and bring it back. we packed our matching heart backpacks with water bottles and celery and carrot sticks and lettuce and Hannah said, the night before we went, "if i don't wake up, go outside and get a rock and hit me with it."

i did.

oops.

Anyway. we got as far as the driveway and we chickened out. We kept daring each other to go to the end of the block, but freaking out and running back.

Then mom came out to take yogi on a walk. she asked what on earth we were doing outside at 6am.

we said we were getting fresh air. we went inside and never did that again

Random story. :)