The day arrived when my parents and I were making the long journey from New York to our new home in Florida. We were going on a one day voyage all the way down south. I was seven years old at the time and excited to embark on this new adventure. The night before, I could hardly sleep due to how eager I was for this trip. So, it’s no surprise that I was exhausted the morning of our departure.
We arrived at the Greyhound bus station early that morning since this was going to be an over twenty-four-hour trip. We checked in, loaded up our bags, boarded the bus and off we headed down to sunny Florida. I adamantly wanted to sit by the window so I can view the changes in scenery as we were traveling from state to state. A few hours into the ride, my eyelids got heavy and I dozed off due to lack of sleep the previous night. When I awoke it was around noon and we were still on the road not surprisingly.
As the trip went on I gradually started to get really bored. There wasn’t much a seven-year-old could do to entertain themselves. Eventually, I had the urge to empty my bladder. So, I let my parents know and headed off to the back of the bus towards the restroom. Once I finished goofing off in the bathroom I grabbed the door handle and went to open the door. My heart dropped; The door wouldn’t open.
I started pulling and tugging on the door trying to get it open but it just wouldn’t open. I looked around for a lock to try to unlock it but there was none in sight. Panicking I started banging on the door and yelling for help. On the other side of the door, I could hear people trying to get the door open and talking to me. After about 10 minutes, which felt like an eternity, I figured out in order to unlock the bathroom door you first have to turn the light off. Finally, I was free. I shamefully walked back to my seat and never used that restroom for the remainder of the trip.
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