Saturday morning, finally, I can take it easy. This was what I thought when I woke up but then I remembered that I had to go shopping. I got dressed and walked downstairs. There I saw my Mom who was waiting for me so we could go to the mall. The hour long drive to the mall was painful but it had to be done. This is what I get for growing. I walked in with my parents and first thing they did was to find pants that I had to try on. When I chose two I liked I thought I was done, but no, my Mom had found even more pants for me to try on. Would I ever make it out? It felt like hours before we were heading out of the store, because it had been hours, then my Mom found a shirt. When my Mom finds something it is always back to the dressing room. So then my Dad also looked around for shirts, I was trying not to fall asleep from boredom, but it was not easy.
After what felt like it had been a year we walked out; I was alive! Now we had to "walk around" and it would not "take long". This meant that we had another hour of walking looking for something to buy.
After our fun walk we were heading back to the car, this meant going through the clothes store again. I was not sure if I was going to be able to make it through the store alive. We were halfway through when my Mom passed the women's section. Of course she saw something that she liked and snatched it up. After what felt like another few years (really only half an hour) we finally made it out! I was free! All that was left now was the car ride home, but that I could handle.