Who Let the Kids Out?

     For four years I lived in Las Vegas, Nevada. During that time I would frequently visit my Yiayia (Grandma in Greek) and Papou (Grandpa in Greek) in Southern California at their home.
     My Yiayia and Papou are the funniest and most unique people you will ever meet, because they are Greek and opposites! My Papou loves to garden, workout, eat healthy, avoid crowds, and be in the sun and nature. In contrast, my Yiayia loves to watch scary movies, cook, eat chocolates, avoid the sun, and listen to old fashioned songs like, "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini". Nevertheless, opposites truly do attract in the situation, and they remain a happy Greek couple.
     Everyday, my Papou works on his hill. The hill is filled with over 65 fruit trees. It takes time to tend to such a garden. Imagine all of the various trees filled with avocados, apples, oranges, tangerines, figs, and other amazing fruits. The vegetable patch is incredible too! The best part about his fruit is that it is all natural with no pesticides. He has a motto, "If the ants won't eat it then why should I?"
     From the time I was little, I had a deathly fear of being down the hill alone. Mostly because of the coyotes which roamed down there at night. Though they rarely bite humans, I was paranoid that I would be eaten alive, or worse, given rabies and get shot like Old Yeller (I had an active imagination back then...Well...I still do, but not as wild as one). To cope with this hillophobia, I found myself walking down the hill with rocks in my pockets to protect myself from random aggressive creatures.
     It didn't take long to meet friends in my grandparents neighborhood. I wanted to hang around kids my age, so I quickly became friends with a girl on my street named Desiree. To this day, somehow problems always start when we are together. This could possibly be due to the fact that we always meddle with things that shouldn't be meddled with. (I honestly should make a novel about my adventures with her)
     One of our many adventures started on a sunny day during the summer after second grade, Desiree and I were roaming around the hill, constantly "seeing" coyotes and "hearing" rattlesnakes everywhere we went. (We were interesting children to say the least). On this particular adventure, the two of us continued to hear a dog barking, and believed that it was the bark of a coyote! It took us a while to catch up with reality, and understand that the bark came from a dog near my Papou's home.
     We ventured to the gate that was wrapped around the backyard where the dog roamed. Hearing it cry, I remembered that my Papou had told me the night before that the dog had been howling the day before. Magnifying this simple conversation times 1,000, I suspected that the dog was being abused.
     Saying to Desiree, in my little kid voice, "Desiway (I had a hard to saying "R's" when i was younger) I think that the dog is being abused."
     Desiree gasped something along the lines of, "Oh, my, Gosh!" And felt really bad for it.
     I asked her if she had ever read the novel Shiloh, a book about a boy that saved a dog from his abusive owner.
    Nodding yes, it became clear to us that we had a chance to be the heroes and save the dog!
     "Get it, this is like the book Shiloh!" I exclaimed. "Come on, Desiway, we need to save the dog!"
     Being hesitant, she tried to convince me otherwise as I yelled,
    "Come on, BREAK DOWN THE GATE!"
    And without even hesitating, she kicked open the gate, literally, and the two of us dognapped "Shiloh", rushing him out of the premise.
     To make this story crazier, the two of us held the large dog by its collar, trying with all of our might to not "let it go" as the dog charged forward, racing down the hill without any urge to stop, knocking us down.
     Desiree and I looked at each other, we were both frozen in fear. We not only kidnapped the dog, but we lost it...We were no better than it's owners (Who may I add ended up not abusing the dog).
     Joining the party, Desiree's brother, Daniel came along, being a few years older than us, he liked messing with me, believing that I had feelings for his little sister!
     To make things worse, Desiree and I had lost track of where the dog was. Trying to explain the situation to Daniel urgently, the dog rejoined the chaos, leeping up on its hindlegs at Daniel, causing him to scream that the dog has rabies (Untrue, but Desiree and I believed him).
     Panicking, the three of us tore off towards my Papou's house. However, for some reason, I don't remember where Daniel went, all I remember is that Desiree and I made it to the house, shaking and screaming bloody murder.
     Of course, my dad was there too, and I knew that he would get mad if I confessed the the dognapping. So, I told a little...teeny..tiny...little lie to my Papou and Dad (About a year later I told them to truth, and I was shocked to see that they laughed).
     The two had to round up the dog, putting it back in the backyard. However....Going back down the hill, Desiree and I, to our horror, saw that the animal was back. The gate was old and didn't lock well, so, of course, we had to get the two men back to the scene of the crime to lock the wild animal back in its home.
     Therefore, the moral of the story is to not read the novel Shiloh because all it will do is put back ideas in the heads of the youth. (Joking, that book is epic, and you should read it. Ha, ha, the life lesson is to not reenact a scene from a book).
    With nothing else to say, its time to conclude that this was a day in the life of a Disney Pro.