Exceptionordinarily

It's Wednesday morning, I go up to my parents room, and holy Hannah! They've got a new snazzy looking TV on the dresser. The wheels started to turn in my head, and I went down a flight of stairs to the bonus room, and there sitting before my eyes was the old TV that was replaced with the fancy schmancy new one.

Well, I assumed the new flatscreen was an anniversary present my parents decide to give to themselves, and that they would no longer be needing this big old thing. I started to think, "Since my older sister has her own TV [which had been replaced years ago with the one sitting before me] and I'm the next oldest at home..........this must belong to me!"

So, without really asking my parents, I settled within myself that this giant mass was free for me to have. Yet, living with a large family it usually goes like this: All of the children have their hungry little eyes set on the lovely carcass before them, but are all mischievously planning on how to take it to their own rooms and keep it for themselves without anybody noticing. One will attempt it; one will succeed. Then, the other children who had their hearts set on the goods, try and take it back for themselves, and on and on and on.......! I knew that this would be the situation in a matter of days, or perhaps even hours.

I coolly told my younger siblings not to try anything, because it was obvious that the old TV was in my possession now. Of course they put up a fuss! Yet, when they went to whine about it to my parents, my mom only said, "Why shouldn't she have it?" So, now I have a TV in my room!

There was a problem still; what was the point of a TV without a DVD player? I wasn't sure whether we had an old one kicking around or not, so I just went and asked my dad.

I asked, "Do you have a DVD player I could use?"

He said, "Maybe, what color would you want it?"

"Well," I thought, "If I have the option, I'll go with pink!" So I told him, "Pink."

  He laughed and replied, "How did you know?"

     "Know what?"

 And then he went into his closet and took out a new pink DVD player, and handed it to me.

"Well, in that case, can I have a sparkly purple DVD player instead?" But I guess the enchanted closet was out of magic DVD players for the day.

The next day of the week, I came down to my room and my door handle was different. "Yes! My room now has a lock on the door!!!" I thought gleefully to myself. My dad gave me a key to my room, which I was happy to put it on my never-been used keychain next to my bicycle lock's key. I felt so privileged!

When I was younger, I always wanted little things like TVs and locks on my door, and in a timespan of one week, all of these dreams from long ago came true! I felt almost grown-up, but on a smaller scale. Adults have keys to their own houses, and keys to their own cars on keychains. I had a key to my own room and a key to my own bicycle on my keychain! Overall I feel very happy inside! :)