garage

she locked me in the garage. i loved the smell of that garage. unaware that i had the insight to open the garage door using the red-lit button and walk through the front door, my mother thought she had me pinned. you couldn’t blame her. i was that kid that wouldn’t shut the fuck up. ever. i was the baby you’d still sometimes want to shake even after i’d turned seven.

i counted to thirty before i pounded the button and waited as the garage slowly screeched open. i burst through the front door, my eyes wide. my mother gasped, shocked at my arrival. we both immediately collapsed into laughter that quickly turned into tears until we could no longer contain ourselves. we rolled around on the carpet holding our bellies until it hurt. we’d joke about it for years to come.

she never locked me in the garage again.

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