It all started when I was in about fourth grade. A group of firefighters came to my school for a presentation. I remember vividly an intimidatingly burly fire marshall telling I don’t remember much about it, except that they told each of us that we needed an escape plan in case of a fire. I remember a story my mom had told me many times about a fire that devastated her family when she was a little girl. It made me shake in my shoes. I was a girl with a mission when I went home.
After school that day, my mind was racing. How would I come up with a plan? What would my escape route be? All the way home on the bus, ideas were running circles in my brain. My dad was a teacher and my mom worked later at her job at a doctor’s office, so it was usually just the two of us when we got home from school. When I got home, my dad met me at the bus (Being a teacher, he was always home after school with me). He talked to me about my day at school and then set off to do some work in the garage.
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Suddenly, I came up with an idea. I would tie something from the bottom of my bedpost, hang it out the window and climb out. Simple! As I was constructing my makeshift escape route, I couldn’t let my dad know my plan until I knew it would work. He would be so proud of me, coming up with such a genius solution to this problem! Maybe he’d even tell the fire department and I’d get some kind of award! So, As a result, I locked my bedroom door while I tied several bedsheets together, tied them to my bedpost, took off the screen in my window and threw the sheets outside. My “escape rope” just about reached the ground, and I knew I could jump the rest of the way. I had it made! All I had to do was climb out the window and down the rope of
After school that day, my mind was racing. How would I come up with a plan? What would my escape route be? All the way home on the bus, ideas were running circles in my brain. My dad was a teacher and my mom worked later at her job at a doctor’s office, so it was usually just the two of us when we got home from school. When I got home, my dad met me at the bus (Being a teacher, he was always home after school with me). He talked to me about my day at school and then set off to do some work in the garage.
“Behave yourself, Beth,” …show more content…
Suddenly, I came up with an idea. I would tie something from the bottom of my bedpost, hang it out the window and climb out. Simple! As I was constructing my makeshift escape route, I couldn’t let my dad know my plan until I knew it would work. He would be so proud of me, coming up with such a genius solution to this problem! Maybe he’d even tell the fire department and I’d get some kind of award! So, As a result, I locked my bedroom door while I tied several bedsheets together, tied them to my bedpost, took off the screen in my window and threw the sheets outside. My “escape rope” just about reached the ground, and I knew I could jump the rest of the way. I had it made! All I had to do was climb out the window and down the rope of