Distant Memories....

I said I was going to start blogging again. Honestly, I don't have much to say these days... Howevey, as I was getting my mail from down the hall a few minutes ago, the street light outside sparked a distant memory that we still talk about from time to time.

I was about four years old. My parents were youth group leaders at the time, and on this particular night, they had youth group. My sister was gone, so my brother were in charge. Not something I was too thrilled about.

I had fallen asleep on the couch, and in the meantime, Lance and Brian decided to call it a night and go to bed. They shut off every last light in our house, and left me sleeping on the couch. I happened to wake up during this time. I was terrified! I was deathly afraid of the dark as a kid.

So, after freaking out for a few minutes, I went to our sliding glass door, (I think I was attrected to the yard light) and thought it'd be a smart idea to go over to the nieghbors. I wasn't too steady on my feet yet, so I crawled accros our driveway to Denny and Diane, got myself of their deck, and knocked on their sliding glass door. I think I scared them half to death; they were sleeping as well. Just then, my parents got home, and my dad came a got me.

Cazy, huh? I can't believe I did that!