I didn’t like my babysitter. I dreaded having to to her house every morning. Never again would I be forced to go there, I thought. Yet each and every day I would find myself sitting on her couch miserable. Until one day I decided to speak out. My dad, not wanting to put up with my annoying screams finally gave in. I ditched the babysitter and went to work with my dad. As I got to the construction site I felt a little weary. Looking at all the intimidating tools I thought, Was it really worth trading in a day of cartoons for sawdust and nails? I decided not to pay attention to my dad's precautionary rules and explore. I imagined the wooden plank I was walking on was a balance beam. Step after step I was making it closer to the end. That is until
