Adventures of Average Boy: Bad Idea

by Daniel, 12, from Texas

Editor's note: Do NOT try this at home, either!

It all began when Clay came to my house this morning. We started up the stairs to my room, when suddenly Clay jerked to a halt. He pointed over toward the couch where my mom was doing laundry. I followed his gaze which led to my mom’s laundry basket. Clay and I turned and locked eyes.

“I’ll get the football helmet and the video camera!” Clay said.

“And I’ll get the laundry basket and pads!” I replied.

You know how sometimes you think something is a good idea, and later when you look back you realize how bad it was? That’s how I feel about what I did next.

I ran up the stairs, laundry basket in one hand, and my pads in the other. I placed the basket slightly over the edge of the top stair. I slowly eased myself into the plastic basket until the only thing visible was my head poking out the top. I heard a beeping sound that probably meant the camera was recording. I shifted my weight toward the front of the basket and could feel it start to tilt. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Let’s do this. I opened my eyes, steely with determination. The basket began to slide down the stairs. Quickly it was all over, as I skidded to a halt.

“That was awesome!” I yelled to Clay. Because I had gained confidence, I decided to try something different the next time. I placed the basket a few feet back from the top step, and got a couple feet behind it.

“What are you doing?” Clay asked, looking puzzled.

“Just watch,” I replied.

I ran full-speed at the basket then jumped into it, landing in a cannonball position. My momentum carried me toward the stairs fast. Unfortunately for me, too fast. Instead of tilting down at the edge of the stairs, I just kept moving forward. So there I was, suspended in the air, several feet off the ground. Then, gravity pulled me back toward earth. The basket and I plummeted toward the stairs.

Gripping the basket for dear life, I landed with a massive thud and was thrown into a front flip. And trust me, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I didn’t land gracefully. My back slapped onto the ground, which caused my head to smack against the floor. Thank God for helmets! Meanwhile, the laundry basket flew across the room into the wall. I groggily sat upward and saw my mom walk into the room.

“What’s going…” she began to say, but was cut short, her mouth hanging open.

“I’m OK,” I informed her, but then realized she wasn’t looking at me. She knelt next to the pile of wrinkled clothes I had dumped on the floor, and then noticed the laundry basket across the room. Suddenly, Clay bolted from upstairs and out the front door. Thanks a lot, Clay.

Mom closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and pointed upstairs. Immediately, I rushed to my room.

And that brings me to now. We may think we know what’s right or wrong, good or bad, but we should always ask our parents first.

Sorry, but I’ve got to go now. My mom’s asking me why I’m on "America’s Funniest Home Videos."

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