Chapter 1

As a child, it is important to know the playground rule and when I was younger, I had to relay to law to other fellow friends. "What's the rule?" you might ask and if you don't already know it, I'm quite disappointed in you. But... anyway, let's continue with this chapter.

The rule is simple. It goes like this: Don't tattle, don't tell. Very simple really. An easier way to remember it is, "Snitches get stitches." If you tattle or tell about something that happened on the playground, you will get shunned by everyone, you will, not literally, be a stitch in everyone's side until you redeem yourself.

Now, there's another rule that adults like to push on the playground, in the school rooms, in the homes, everywhere. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Now, that's a good idea but it doesn't really make sense to kids. They think it means if Suzy's being means to John, then John has every right to be mean back. You can't just tell a kid the golden rule and then walk away expecting them to understand what it means. Be the adult in the situation and explain it!

Ah, the playground was my throne. Kind of. As the youngest of a family with six kids, I didn't have a lot of authority but I still had some. I had five other siblings and people knew not to mess with us. If you'd mess with one of us, you'd get all of us. This same rule applies to the playground. Come to think about it, the playground was kind of a meeting spot for a gang of pre-teens. ;D

Oh, story time! So... *folds hands and smiles devilishly* the fun is about to begin. Way back in the day, me and my sister were friends with these two twins, and, to protect their innocence, I will not mention names. Something happened and one of the twins got offended/hurt while carrying off on the playground. He almost instantly ran to tattle to his mother. And I, being the brave soldier I was, confronted them while their Mom went to talk to that poor unfortunate soul who had offended her baby. (No shade on the Mom by the way. She was just doing what she thought was right.) Anyways, back to the store.

I told those boys straight-up. "You can't just tattle like that. We have rules on this playground."

They stared at me blank-faced.

"You aren't supposed to run to your Mom when something happens, dude," I said. (I'm replacing his name with Dude.)

They nodded, faces turning white.

"If this happens again..." I let the sentence hang in the air.

They nodded vigorously. "Okay."

"Okay, see you next time!" I said, happy again. I shut the car door and walked away, satisfied.

Yeah, looking back I should have been nicer about it but I don't think I was that hard on them. Just shook 'em up a little.

Hey, thanks for reading. I felt like sharing some stories from my childhood with you and hopefully you enjoy. As an update, I'm still working on Red Like Crimson, making some headway on the outline. The next chapter should be up soon of that. Once again, thanks for reading!!

P.S. Let me know if you enjoyed it or not! I love feedback and don't be afraid to give me some negative feedback. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter. Until next time - Famewriter!