Walking off the bus and running straight to the park was my neighbors and I daily routine. To this very day the voices of our parents yelling our names just to get us to drop off our backpacks and to change into our “outdoor” clothing echos in my head. Of course we ignored them. The top of monkey bars was the chill spot, well mainly for the girls. We’d play hand games, truth or dare, and chicken in which I always won thanks to my very long legs. When sunset began it was dinner time most of us didn 't wanna leave the park but we wouldn’t dare ignore our parents this time except for Macie, she would tell her mom,”No I’m eating at Ant’s tonight.” Most of the time our mothers wouldn 't care but this night my mom had other plans and sent