Laugh all you want

PC: Afasia

It was a bright, sunny day. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, the sky was a clear blue. This day looked nothing more than the perfect day of summer. It was neither cold nor hot, but the perfect temperature. If you looked around, you could see the park in the distance and the elementary school right next to us. If you closed your eyes you could hear the laughter of the kids that were playing in the field. There were only a couple of kids, but you could tell from the smile on their faces that they were having the time of their lives. You could also hear the sound of cars passing by on the street next to us. However, what seemed like a perfect day was going to take a quick turn for the worst

It only took a couple of minutes, but the whole day changed. You could hear my dad yelling over my shoulder telling me that I’m doing everything wrong. He kept on telling me that you have to pay attention and try again. No matter how many times I did it, he kept making me doing it again. However, even over his harsh tone and mean words, I could tell that he cared that I perfected this. The sun beated down on my eyes as I practiced. I attempted it over and over, but no matter how many times I did it, all you could hear was a soft thump. With each thump my dad gave a deep sigh, looked at me and said, “Try again”. As time passed, what seemed like the perfect day seemed to go awry. With each failed attempt, my frustration levels grew higher and higher until even the smallest thing could annoy me. As I reached the peak of my frustration, I noticed that something was different. This time you couldn’t hear the thump. I jumped out excited thinking that I had finally done it. However, as I started to calm down, I heard a small giggle. It was very quiet, almost as if they didn’t want you to hear it. I looked around to see that the kids from the park were looking at me. They’ve been looking at me. That’s when I realized that I actually hadn’t succeeded. I looked in front of my car to see that the toilet paper my dad had set up was knocked down. The kids laughed at me as they saw that I had to failed to learn how to park properly and I’ve been hitting toilet paper. Oh, the embarrassment.

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