Personal Narrative: Chucky Cheese
As a small child, parents always teach their children to never wander away from the parent, but as children grow up their curiosity does too. Almost always it takes a traumatic event, or horrifying experience to change the child’s mind for the next time they think about wandering off. This is the perfect summary to the event that took place in Chucky Cheese when I was 5 years old. I was attending a birthday party, a very big birthday party; my entire kindergarten class was there on a Saturday so of course Chucky Cheese isn’t exactly empty. Along with the dozens of kids, there were also dozens of parents running around chasing their children while others are chit chatting sipping on some soda and not paying any attention to their children at all. My parents got caught up in conversation with another parent and I took the opportunity to explore Chucky Cheese by myself. I had managed to stray away
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from the birthday party I was attending and made my way to the ball pit and tunnels. The ball pit was filled with a rainbow of colors that I could not resist, green, pink, red, orange, yellow blue, you name it they had it. I have now forgotten all about the birthday party I was attending and I lost track of time, also clearly not worried about how much trouble I may or may not get into for straying away. The ball pit felt like a swimming pool that I never wanted to leave. It had sucked me in like quicksand. People were jumping in and “swimming” around. After the kids I were playing with had to leave, I snapped back to reality that I should really go and find my parents. So off I go through Chucky Cheese looking for my parents. Keep in mind that as a 5 year old everything is very interesting and my attention span is not that great. There are games and toys and tickets to win and tokens to get. Everywhere there’s flashing lights and loud noises and kids crying and mommies shushing their babies; there is just so much to look at that it overwhelms me and I have totally lost whatever motive I had to find my parents. After a few minutes I knew I had to go back and find my parents. Scouring Chucky Cheese like a cheetah searching for prey, I still had no luck finding my parents near the games. In no time, I managed to make my way back to the ball pit thinking that my dad may be worried and looking for me there by now. I arrive and there’s no such luck. I do end up running into Stephanie, the little girl’s birthday party I was attending; she had wandered away from her parents too. We started looking for our parents together, where could they have gone? You would think someone would help us find our parents, but everyone is too busy looking for their own children to help someone else.
Passing the ticket counter I see a tall, skinny man with brown hair that looks just like my dad. I run up, grab the man’s leg and hold on for dear life.
After a few minutes I look up to see a face that is not my dad’s face at all. The man I see looks like Bozo the clown, he has great big thick framed glasses on and very little hair on the top of his head, and a ginormous smile on his face, and he may as well have had a red nose. The fear that ran though my body at that point was unfathomable. I scream, let go of the man’s leg and begin to cry. I may never find my parents.
As the man is trying to console me, I hear a familiar voice calling my name. I turn around and it was like an angel had come down from the sky, it was my mother. I ran to her so fast and grabbed her so tight and began to tremble in fear. The kind man approached us and told me not to cry because he thought I was his own daughter grabbing his leg, and that he wasn’t
mad.
As you can imagine my parents weren’t exactly happy with me. I disrespected them and gave them a heart attack. I didn’t get any cake at the birthday part that day and I wasn’t allowed to attend birthday parties for a very long time.
Also to prevent this situation from repeating itself again, my dad bought a harness and leash from the pet store, so whenever we went anywhere he would put the leash on me to restrain me from wandering off and getting lost somewhere more dangerous than Chucky Cheese. The stares we received were humiliating at best. Some people didn’t have very nice things to say but my dad always responded with the same answer “I’m just protecting my child.”
from the birthday party I was attending and made my way to the ball pit and tunnels. The ball pit was filled with a rainbow of colors that I could not resist, green, pink, red, orange, yellow blue, you name it they had it. I have now forgotten all about the birthday party I was attending and I lost track of time, also clearly not worried about how much trouble I may or may not get into for straying away. The ball pit felt like a swimming pool that I never wanted to leave. It had sucked me in like quicksand. People were jumping in and “swimming” around. After the kids I were playing with had to leave, I snapped back to reality that I should really go and find my parents. So off I go through Chucky Cheese looking for my parents. Keep in mind that as a 5 year old everything is very interesting and my attention span is not that great. There are games and toys and tickets to win and tokens to get. Everywhere there’s flashing lights and loud noises and kids crying and mommies shushing their babies; there is just so much to look at that it overwhelms me and I have totally lost whatever motive I had to find my parents. After a few minutes I knew I had to go back and find my parents. Scouring Chucky Cheese like a cheetah searching for prey, I still had no luck finding my parents near the games. In no time, I managed to make my way back to the ball pit thinking that my dad may be worried and looking for me there by now. I arrive and there’s no such luck. I do end up running into Stephanie, the little girl’s birthday party I was attending; she had wandered away from her parents too. We started looking for our parents together, where could they have gone? You would think someone would help us find our parents, but everyone is too busy looking for their own children to help someone else.
Passing the ticket counter I see a tall, skinny man with brown hair that looks just like my dad. I run up, grab the man’s leg and hold on for dear life.
After a few minutes I look up to see a face that is not my dad’s face at all. The man I see looks like Bozo the clown, he has great big thick framed glasses on and very little hair on the top of his head, and a ginormous smile on his face, and he may as well have had a red nose. The fear that ran though my body at that point was unfathomable. I scream, let go of the man’s leg and begin to cry. I may never find my parents.
As the man is trying to console me, I hear a familiar voice calling my name. I turn around and it was like an angel had come down from the sky, it was my mother. I ran to her so fast and grabbed her so tight and began to tremble in fear. The kind man approached us and told me not to cry because he thought I was his own daughter grabbing his leg, and that he wasn’t
mad.
As you can imagine my parents weren’t exactly happy with me. I disrespected them and gave them a heart attack. I didn’t get any cake at the birthday part that day and I wasn’t allowed to attend birthday parties for a very long time.
Also to prevent this situation from repeating itself again, my dad bought a harness and leash from the pet store, so whenever we went anywhere he would put the leash on me to restrain me from wandering off and getting lost somewhere more dangerous than Chucky Cheese. The stares we received were humiliating at best. Some people didn’t have very nice things to say but my dad always responded with the same answer “I’m just protecting my child.”