Nightmare

Teletubies. Every parents worst nightmare. Well, maybe not ALL of them, but at one point is was my mothers. Although, she didn't know that at the time.

When I was five, I loved the teletubies. I watched them everyday when I got home from Kindergarten. If I didn't watch them, I was sad. It became an obsession.

You think I may be joking, but I promise you that this is a true story.

One day, in my clever mind, I decided that I wanted to visit the teletubies in teletubie land.

Remember, this is no joke.

So I headed out on my adventure. I started at the swing set. In the red swing I sat and pumped it really REALLY high with the hopes of it taking me to that wonderful place. After, oh probably 3 minutes, I knew that the swing wasn't going to take me to teletubie land.

My clever mind decided that I should walk to teletubie land. Inside I went to pack my pillowcase full of things that I may need while in that... wonderful... place. I packed a piece of paper and pencil so I could write a letter to my mom, an extra pair of underwear, and my toothbrush. All the essentials, I know.

Once I was finished packing, I told my mom that I was going to teletubie land. She didn't believe me, of course, but I wasn't joking. I walked out the door and down my street, past the church, and to the corner of the busiest street in town.

I was facing the mountains and I remember thinking, "If I cross 13 mountain, I will get to teletubie land." While I was thinking this, a lady noticed me standing on the corner. She came over to me and asked me if I was lost. I said no. Then she asked me if we should call my mommy. I said no and walked back to my house.

See, teletubies are a parents nightmare.