Independance...

I have felt independent many times before, but there is one time that i felt it for the first time. I was about five to seven years old and I was in my house. I was home alone with my older brother and my little baby sister. We were home alone because my dad was at work and my mom went to the grocery store. I was in my back den, playing Lego star wars on my PlayStation 2. My brother was with me, watching, and my sister was in a high chair watching television. I was just about to beat a very hard level when, all of a sudden, the power went out. I was partially Pissed because I didn't beat the level, But i was also scared of what might have happened. It was very dark outside at the time, and we were in a rainstorm, but my brother and I didn't care about that, we just wanted our mom. We all went in the basement, with our sister, and we somewhat bordered up the door (with plastic containers of course). We were down there with a phone, a couple snacks, and ourselves. We waited down there for a while, just waiting for our mom, when we heard the door open, and the power come back on. It was our mother. We went upstairs and had a good family dinner. And later on, I beat that level.