Memory

You know, I just remembered something... You know those radar-mile-per-hour cars? The little white machines that say how fast you're going? The ones that say: You are going __ miles per hour on a little black electronic screen? I think you get the picture. I was trying to find a pic on google, but I guess the term 'machines that say your mph' wasn't specific enough. Anyways, I was at the library with my sister, and as a car sped by, I asked her, "Do you think it would tell me how fast I'm going if I run past it?"

She just shrugged and said, "I don't know, try it."

So I went charging up to that machine at the speed of light, and then I ran back, panting.

"How fast was I?"

My sister laughed hard and said, "I guess you're way too slow, because the machine didn't even blink."

I was hoping it would say at least 4 mph. No such luck.

My mom tried to make me feel better and say I wasn't heavy enough. Good ol' mothers. They do a lot to make you feel good. And then they yell at you right after.

I was laughing too, but I also felt a bit forlorn. "I'm not fast enough," I complained. "I must've looked dumb."

I was hoping they'd argue, but sadly my sister just confirmed it: "You did."

My mom didn't say anything.