Memoir

I don't want to go to Macy's, I thought when I walked in the St. Louis mall. I was mad because I wanted to go to Six Flags Mid America that day, but the forecast stated that there would be rain. I even had my Batman: The Ride shirt on and I was prepared to ride on it. Instead, we decided on going to the mall and watch a movie. We went to go see the Simpson's Movie. it was funny, but it didn't rise my mood.

In the long line of Macy's, my family were buying something. I wasn't getting it so I didn't care. There was a line perpindicular to ours going to the same clerk station. There I seen a teenage boy, I believe, with his family. He had big blue eyes, cut hair, and sort of looked like Harry Potter without his glasses on. But let me tell you, Harry Potter's spells must have went wrong. The size of his head was unbelievable. It had to be atleast a half foot taller than mine. Good God! His head was huge. It was so funny to me that I had to run to a shirt aisle and laugh. After the boy left the store, my sister walked up to me and asked, "What?"

I struggled to answer because of my non-stop laughing. At this point I probably was on the floor. "There was this guy with with a big head."

"Where?"my sister questioned.

"He left already." I should have stopped laughing then because I think of myself a rude person. Instead, I continued to laugh. And when I wasn't laughing, I was making fun of him.

In our rented black Grand Caravan, I still made jokes about him including: "If you take 2 studio buildings and connect them to the ends of the St. Louis Arch, you can give him headphones (remember that I was in St. Louis. The joke isn't the same when you're not there). My siblings laughed at my immature jokes. The thing is, I was a kid. When kids get a laugh from a joke, they continuously make jokes till the point it is annoying. I couldn't stop making the jokes, though. My face probably looked like the Flaming Hot Cheetos flame's face from my laughter.

The jokes didn't stop in the car. We arrived at Ponderosa, a green painted buffet with a western theme. I continued joking while eating my delicious macoroni and cheese, shrimp, and ham. I didn't notice how loud I was and how disturbing I was being to the guest eating at the restaurant. my parents were telling me to shut up, in a nice way of course, onat the table beside me and my brothers and sisters.

At the Embassy Hotel, where my family were staying, the guest saw a 12 year old skinny boy with most likely an Afro, cracking up about a boy's head that he saw more than five hours ago. When I think about it now, it is not that funny.

When we got to the hotel suite i continued making corny jokes uncontrolable. I put a cylinder shaped pillow on my head to symbolize his head. By then my brothers and sisters stopped laughing. I wasn't funny anymore. I was rude and annoying. I was so annoying that my sister locked me in a closet without letting me out until I stopped laughing. At that point in the closet, I felt sort of sad. I mean if someone were to do this about me I would be extremely mad if I found that is was occuring. I have been laughing about something that was created for life and not for comedy. It was a thing that you can not change.

"Okay, unlock the door,"I stated. When i got out I made a couple of quick jokes and called it quits.

I told myself that I would never laugh about how someone looks again. Did I keep my promise? Uh...maybe. Let's just say I didn't like that promise. I compromised with myself and never laugh about how somebody looks, all day long.