My mom had come to pick me up from school. I was a walker. Walkers were kids who lived within walking distance, and we were last to leave, after the bus kids went home. I went outside to the cement square by my classroom door to meet my mom.
We walked home.
When we reached the house, I decided to lag behind, while mom went into the house. I was in the driveway, turned around to face the road, and there it was: the scariest thing my 4 or 5 year old eyes had ever seen.
I started to cry and screamed as loud as I could.
My mom came flying out of the house, thinking I had been hit by a car or mangled by something.
I was pressed up against the garage door, as far away from it as I could get myself. I pointed to the horrible thing.
She looked in the direction I pointed to.
It followed us home.
I didn't know what a cat was. Or maybe I had known from TV, but I had never seen one for real before. I was petrified.
My mom was mad at me.
But thankfully she shooed it away.
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