the beginning of my kindergarten year, and I had just been invited to one of my
first sleepovers. It was also the very first time I would be visiting my friend
Brenna’s house, and I was ecstatic. I had spent the late summer evening packing
everything I would need, and stuffing it all into my magenta overnight bag. I
looked down at that bag as the car stumbled over a speed bump. Being a
kindergartener, going to a sleepover was one of the more exciting points in
life, up in the same ranks as ice cream and Christmas. When the car pulled up
the steep, bumpy driveway, I felt both nervous and eager. I couldn’t wait to
see the inside of the house. For some reason, houses have always fascinated me.
I always love exploring one for the first time, getting to know every room.
car pulled to a fast stop and I hurriedly undid my seat belt. I stepped out of
the car, into the warm evening air. The house was a creamy whitish color, with
two floors and a garage that was covered with a flat roof. A sturdy tree stood
tall in the front, with decorative white flowers covering the upper part of it,
and perfect branches for climbing. The well-kept lawn was green and littered
with patches of flowers.
excited to see my friend and her parents on the inside of the house, and I
received a warm welcome from her chocolate brown dog, Sadie. The evening faded
into night time all too quickly, and soon we were climbing reluctantly into
parents shut the door to her room, I gazed out the small window into the darkening
night. The window looked out onto the roof that covered the garage. It would be
fun to go out there, I thought, and quickly voiced this opinion to Brenna, only
trying to make conversation.
could.” she whispered back, grinning excitedly.
I asked, sitting up. I had always wanted to go on a roof, but my parents would
never let me.
could sneak out the window,” she sat up and began to turn the lever by the
slowly creaked open, excitement began to build inside me. Being a kindergartener,
this was one of the more adventurous things in life. More adventurous than
sneaking out of your room for candy at night, or hiding from your parents when
they come to pick you up from a friend’s house.
window was completely open now, and Brenna had easily removed the screen.
go.” she said, standing on the bed and throwing her legs over the window frame.
She jumped down with ease, and I did the same.
was on the .
night air was cool. There was no breeze, and it was completely and beautifully
silent. We stood there for a moment, not saying anything, admiring the feeling
of being up here. Then we began to walk around, standing by the edges and
looking down at the grass below. After a while I noticed something. There was a
little ledge a few feet above the roof. It had light brown bricks, and I
realized those were the same ones that were on the roof of the house. Not the
one we were standing on, but the one higher up. The one that pointed in an
upside-down V shape, that towered above the property. That’s when I saw that
this little ledge was connected to the big roof, like a little gateway to
another world, to another adventure.
you think we could get on that ledge?” I asked Brenna. She turned to me, looked
where I was pointing, and crossed to it with wide eyes.
mean go on the roof?”
disappointment, she headed back to the window that lead to her room. “Can you
help me up?” she asked. After I helped her in, I was wondering how I was going to get back in, when
Brenna returned through the window holding a stool. Excitement returned to my
stomach when I realized what she was up to, and I gratefully followed her onto
the ledge, using the stool to do so. Slowly we hiked higher and higher up the
roof, feeling nervous, excited, and afraid all at the same time. When we
reached the top, we stopped and once again took in the view.
could see the entire property, and
the neighbor's property. It was all laid out in front of us to see. And we were
on the roof! By now, we had
voiced our opinions on the magnificence of this feeling. I was looking around,
when I realized that there was some sort of chimney.
I said worriedly, putting a finger to my lips. I pointed to the chimney. “What
if your parents can hear us through that?” We hurriedly rushed back down the
roof, back to the ledge, onto the garage roof, and back through the window. Her
parents were nowhere to be seen.
we go back to sleep?” she asked. We both knew the answer to that.
were back on the top of the roof in less than a minute, and we couldn’t help
but to talk about it. Being up here, especially at night, was such an
interesting feeling. Once again, I pointed out the chimney situation, and once
again, we rushed back to Brenna’s room. This continued a few times, with us
giggling, and ducking every time we saw a car pass.
wonder if they heard us now.” I said yet again, peering suspiciously at the
chimney. Yet again, we sped back down the roof, thinking we were going to climb
through that window and possibly go to sleep, or maybe sneak out again, but I
knew something was wrong when Brenna stopped short, one leg through the window,
the other about to jump off the stool. She plastered a hopeful smile on her
expressions remained shocked and disapproving.
kindergartener, this was one of the more disappointing points in life, like
trying to sneak out for candy, or being dragged away from your friend’s house after
trying to hide from your parents.