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Personal Narrative: The Mysteries For A Kid

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Mysteries for a Kid The mysteries. Oh, how I loved that stuff. As a kid I couldn’t let myself walk by without investigating every little thing that lay glistening on the dirty ground. I’d always pick up valuable trash as my mom pulled me by my dirt-covered coat, and I slowly got engulfed in my own little world of dark, blood-curdling adventures. And the main thing was: I hated solving mysteries. I just loved experiencing them. One of the best mysteries I got myself into happened during a weekend, when my mom and I stayed our friends’ cottage house. We casually arrived to their place, they gave us some good ol’ warm hugs, and we made some plans for the next day by the fireplace. I remember sitting around their round wooden table, excitedly …show more content…

Vita and I totally forgot about the skull on the stick, and when we came back it was gone. The surroundings became louder, brighter, as our hearts started pumping and our eyes started darting. The trees seemed to circle around us, making it harder to breathe. We fell into loud panic. Everyone started searching for that darn skull, and flipped the whole area of the forest upside down. We never found the skull and unwillingly went back to the car. Fatigued and disappointed, Vita and I sat in the backseats, passing all the places we rummaged through in search of the skull as the quiet sound of the car's engine filled our ears. I kept starring at my mom, slightly confused about why she had a smirk creeping up on her lips. Meanwhile, Vita kept pouting and staring at her knees. I poked her nose to get her attention and sighed. “It must have been the secret society. They are playing tricks on us, Vita.” “Agreed. I hope they didn’t find our house yet. Or our treasure. That candy took me forever to collect!” She furrowed her eyebrows and quietly huffed, grumpily crossing her arms. I nodded at her. “Me too.” After a few moments of silence I decided to ask my mom, since she always knew everything. I tapped her

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