Personal Narrative: My Stereotypes In The Dumpster

I had the typical summer, nothing boring but nothing was really interesting. Feeling pity for me that I sat at my keyboard all day playing sad songs my aunt ventured out to find me something to do. Luckily for me all of the parents from my cousin's friend group were going out on their monthly dinner and one of the moms needed a babysitter. Her oldest son was away at camp and apparently I was easier than paying for some random person to watch her daughter. This took a while to register in my brain but I was stuck BABYSITTING?!?! I have nothing against kids, I mean I personally love children, but I didn’t want to spend my summer of eating chocolate and crying over the bachelorette watching someone's child. After three weeks of complaining and getting nowhere it was the night where all the parents set out to party. I helped my aunt get ready and waited for people

At first when I looked at her I thought she looked older than I imaged most likely almost my age and she was also very shy. I thought the best thing I could do was either give her the puppy and tell her to go outside and play with it or watch a movie. Ultimately I didn’t know how she'd react to me making her go outside so I chose the movie. Of course since she was younger I had to find a movie that was not rated R or PG 13 but this wasn’t a problem. Two of my top favorite movies both fit her age restriction and they were not going to bore the heck out of me. We went with one of my favorites, the live action Cinderella, then popped some popcorn. In the end we both cried like babies about the dumbest parts of the movie and we are still friends to this day. I learned that even though I was technically babysitting and I was doing something that I really did not want to waste time doing during my summer break, I met a great friend that is not afraid to cry along with me to some pointless scenes in a