Among the many games I played with my younger brother Will, our favorite was “spies”. In this game, gadgets were crucial. The one I recall the easiest is the enchanted key that could unlock any and every door in the world. In other words, a toothpick that could pick the locks of the doors in our house. My six-year-old brother, at the time introduced his idea to me after he accidentally left the bathroom door locked and my mother had to figure a way to unlock it. More often than not, Will came up with the creative ways in which we entertained ourselves as kids; but this was his best idea yet. …show more content…
Unfortunately, he would never get to that part. Tripping over his own two feet, he tumbled to the ground, spilling the contents of the box all over the living room carpet. We looked at each other in alarm, for we knew our mother would be worried after hearing the loud thump and would come to check on us soon. Scared of her wrath, we hastily tried to gather all the sticks off the ground. At the time, I was too preoccupied to notice that some of the toothpicks had fallen so that they were standing upright on the carpet. Trying to jump around pick up as many toothpicks as hastily as possible, I stumbled, causing a standing toothpick to sink deep into the sensitive ball of my right foot. Amazingly there was not any blood, but the sight of the wooden stick protruding ninety degrees from the tender skin of my foot was enough to bring a cold sweat to both of our