Burn!

By Megan P.

Have you ever got burnt by something hot? I have and it was not fun at all. If you thought I got burnt by a little candle, that is wrong I got burnt by a motorcycle. Yeah, a MOTORCYCLE! You are probably saying that it would hurt and it did. I was young and stupid but it was kind of cool through my experience. I was either in first grade or second grade, I can’t remember. It all started with me hula hooping in the garage just having fun. My dad was off at work and I was waiting for him to come home. I really wanted to see him because he was always gone all day. Sometimes I wondered if he would ever come home. My mom said to me “Dad is home!”  I ran outside into the garage to meet him there. I was jumping up and down as my usual self. When I hugged him he smelled like he was playing outside. He smiled when I hugged him and then I started to smile too. My dad went inside and I was out in the garage with my sisters. I didn’t know where the motorcycle was so I just kept hula hooping. My leg brushed the pipe of the motorcycle and burnt me. I started to scream and cry so hard cause it hurt so bad. My mom and dad carried me inside and put me on the table to bandage my burn up. I was very happy because I got to go to Rita’s after. So that is how I got burnt and I still have it today. My parents said that it might be there forever. I thought it was cool how I could tell my story if someone asks what the burn was from.