A long time ago, in the faraway year of 1999, I was a young eleven-year-old boy finishing my last year of elementary school. Right before my birthday (in May), my parents called the family together for a meeting. They told us my mom had gotten a new job and we would need to move. We weren’t moving too far away, only about an hour, but that still meant moving away from my friends and going to a completely different middle school than the one I thought I’d be going to.
Elementary school wrapped up, and we moved to our new house in early July. In August, my parents and I got to take a tour of the school and meet the principal and some of the teachers. That was when we learned that there weren’t any buses that passed our new neighborhood. It was actually close to the school, so that meant I would be walking to and from school every day. My parents weren’t too thrilled about this, but it was only a fifteen- twenty-minute walk, and there was a path, so they came around on the idea pretty quickly.
At the time, both of my parents worked full-time, five days a week. My mom worked Monday through Friday, and my dad worked Monday through Thursday and Saturday. Since my older sister was away in college full-time and they didn’t trust my brother and me alone, my parents found a babysitter to be there when my brother and I got home and watch us until my parents got home. (My brother was two years younger than me and in the local elementary school.)
The school year started, and in early September, we got a MASSIVE heatwave that reached highs of like ninety-six degrees for a couple of days. The middle school was an old building and most of it was not air-conditioned. I only had two classes that had AC in the classroom throughout the day. At the end of those days, I was tired and not in any mood to walk an additional twenty minutes in the heat before getting home, so I used vending machine snack money to call the babysitter from the payphone (cell phones were definitely not used by kids in those days). The babysitter, thinking he was just not letting me suffer in the heat, came to pick me up, and I would do some homework before “Batman Beyond” and “Pokémon” came on.
I did try to call home two more times over the next two weeks when it was hot. The second time, I got the sitter again. The third time I called was on a Friday. My dad answered. He was NOT happy with me.
Dad: “It’s not that hot! It’s only eighty-five today. You shouldn’t call the sitter away from the house. You have to start growing up. Walk home, and we will talk more when you get here.”
So, I walked home. I got a lecture and was told to not call the sitter again to be picked up. I said okay and told Dad I wouldn’t call the sitter or him again to be picked up.
Two weeks later, at the end of September, a hurricane passed through the area. Halfway through the day at school, it REALLY started coming down. It got so bad that they let us out of school a half-hour early — like that was gonna save us. By this time, though, a lot of roads were flooding and the line for pay phones was LONG. I remembered what my dad had told me a couple of weeks before that, so I walked home.
It took me almost thirty minutes to walk home from school that day, and I was DRENCHED by the time I got home. The rain was coming down so hard that I couldn’t see more than five feet in front of me. The roads were so flooded that the only way to drive in was with a car that had four-wheel drive.
Mom got out of work early due to the storm, so when I got home, both of my parents were there panicking because they hadn’t heard from either the school or me. I just walked in through our garage, soaking wet, and said:
Me: “Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! I’m home!”
After they got over the initial shock and relief of seeing me home, my parents and I had this conversation.
Mom: “How did you get home?!”
Me: “I walked.”
Mom: “Why?!”
Me: “Dad told me to.”
Mom: “When?! We didn’t get any calls from you or the school today!”
Me: “Well, a couple of weeks ago, I called the sitter a few times and asked for a ride home since it was hot. The last time I called, I got Dad. He told me I had to just walk home from now on and not call for a ride again.”
Dad: “I implied that there could be exceptions.”
Me: “You didn’t say that.”
Mom turned on Dad and just told me to dry myself off and put my wet clothes in the dryer. As I was drying myself off, I could hear them arguing. It was louder than the rain! When I was done and put my clothes in the dryer, my parents talked to me and told me I was allowed to call home but ONLY for emergencies.
The next day, Saturday, my dad took me out to Blockbuster, and I was told I could rent up to five movies for myself! He also paid for pizza that night, and I got a whole pepperoni pizza for myself. That pizza lasted for two days, and no one else was allowed to touch it.
Dad never lived that down. Good times!