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Mac Galbakkii, the world’s most daring and courageous 11-year-old explorer ventured off to the edge of what was known. Beyond uncharted mountains and across a thousand rivers, he trekked across the land…
“Mac Galbakkii!” screams Mum from the other half of the house, cutting short my daring narrative. “You’d better be in the shower already!!”
“Yes, Mum!” I say, sarcastically.
I get undressed and hop into the shower. As I do, I wonder why Mum just can’t appreciate that I want to be an explorer, not some famous rockstar.
Wait just a minute! I’ve just had an idea! But I’m gonna need the help of my li’l bro, Stevie.
………
I exit the bathroom dramatically in a cloud of steam. I pretend I’m a real-life explorer, narrowly escaping the deadly Yetis of the Icy Mountains.
I head to my room and get dressed and then knock on my 9 year-old brother Stevie’s bedroom door. I open the pure white door and Aretha Franklin’s ‘Respect’ reaches my eardrums.
“Hey, Stevie!” I yell over the blaring soul music.
Stevie presses pause. “Yeah?”
“Ya wanna go exploring the unknown?” I ask.
“Like, yeah!” he says. “Although I don’t think Mum’ll let us go.”
“Ha! Don’t you worry Steve! You just start packing your bags! We leave in 2 weeks!”
“Sure! Can Cornelius come?” (Cornelius is our cat).
“You bet! You know what they say...the more the merrier!”
And with that, I exit Stevie’s room.
“Hey Mum!” I say, entering the kitchen. Mum’s busy cooking bacon and eggs for brekkie.
“Yes darrrrrrling?” she says without looking up.
“Uh, music camp’s in two weeks, and what’s more – it’s only 50 bucks!” I say.
“Music camp? With Ms. Jones?” she replies.
“Yeah, the money’s due in on the 22nd, the day before we leave.”
“Sure! I’ll pay tomorrow sweetie pie!”
“Thanks!”
I exit the room, feeling bad about lying to Mum, but feeling sort of excited at the same time.
*** 2 weeks later ***
Our bags have been packed. Mum’s wasted $50 and Cornelius is tagging along, feeling just as excited as we are.
I’ve packed a cassette player, a photo of our family, a map, water, tools, BOOKS, and everything else we need to survive. All Stevie’s bringing is his teddy bear – Coco – and …FOOOOOOD!!!
“Ready?” I ask Stevie.
“Ready!” he says.
And with that, we’re off!
“Mac Galbakkii!” screams Mum from the other half of the house, cutting short my daring narrative. “You’d better be in the shower already!!”
“Yes, Mum!” I say, sarcastically.
I get undressed and hop into the shower. As I do, I wonder why Mum just can’t appreciate that I want to be an explorer, not some famous rockstar.
Wait just a minute! I’ve just had an idea! But I’m gonna need the help of my li’l bro, Stevie.
………
I exit the bathroom dramatically in a cloud of steam. I pretend I’m a real-life explorer, narrowly escaping the deadly Yetis of the Icy Mountains.
I head to my room and get dressed and then knock on my 9 year-old brother Stevie’s bedroom door. I open the pure white door and Aretha Franklin’s ‘Respect’ reaches my eardrums.
“Hey, Stevie!” I yell over the blaring soul music.
Stevie presses pause. “Yeah?”
“Ya wanna go exploring the unknown?” I ask.
“Like, yeah!” he says. “Although I don’t think Mum’ll let us go.”
“Ha! Don’t you worry Steve! You just start packing your bags! We leave in 2 weeks!”
“Sure! Can Cornelius come?” (Cornelius is our cat).
“You bet! You know what they say...the more the merrier!”
And with that, I exit Stevie’s room.
“Hey Mum!” I say, entering the kitchen. Mum’s busy cooking bacon and eggs for brekkie.
“Yes darrrrrrling?” she says without looking up.
“Uh, music camp’s in two weeks, and what’s more – it’s only 50 bucks!” I say.
“Music camp? With Ms. Jones?” she replies.
“Yeah, the money’s due in on the 22nd, the day before we leave.”
“Sure! I’ll pay tomorrow sweetie pie!”
“Thanks!”
I exit the room, feeling bad about lying to Mum, but feeling sort of excited at the same time.
*** 2 weeks later ***
Our bags have been packed. Mum’s wasted $50 and Cornelius is tagging along, feeling just as excited as we are.
I’ve packed a cassette player, a photo of our family, a map, water, tools, BOOKS, and everything else we need to survive. All Stevie’s bringing is his teddy bear – Coco – and …FOOOOOOD!!!
“Ready?” I ask Stevie.
“Ready!” he says.
And with that, we’re off!