MEMORIES OF AN ONLY CHILD

I was an only child for a long while, this should explain why my parents dotted on me, I was not allowed to go out or play with other kids. On this particular day, they both went out leaving me alone at home. I calculated they would be back late in the evening, so I sneaked to go see some friends who i had met over the course of running errands. That was actually my first experience of having fun with kids my age outside school. We watched cartoons , had snacks. Unfortunately I'd lost track of time, I was jolted back to reality by shouts, pandemonium on the street , my parents were back. It was at that point I knew i'd messed up. The tears won't stop flowing, my friends were trying to placate me ,each bringing up an idea I could use. Stupidly I settled for one that suggested i tell my parents I was kidnapped lmaoooooo, so all through the pandemonium, I hid in my friend's waiting till very late just so my story of being kidnapped would be accepted. Then trouble struck when my friend's parents came back, they took me to my parents 😥😥😥😥Trust African parents to instill home training in you with correct beating 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🙄🙄🙄Well let's just say I never visited friends for a long while.