Personal Narrative: The Walking Dead

The tradition that I can count on happening at least once a day is a mean joke between my stepmom, dad, and siblings. Whenever someone asks for something, you reply with, “no” wait a few seconds then give it to them. This is usually a dinner thing, but it can be any time. It has been a thing that my family does since I can remember. But it’s a fun thing we do, and it makes everyone laugh. If one of us hasn’t laughed all day participating in this tradition is a sure fire way to laugh a little
Another one of the most regular traditions my stepmom, dad sister and I partake in is binge watch The Walking Dead. Before I begin to tell the story I should preface with this; Kyla has wanted to watch The Walking Dead for a very long time. I am terrified of most things. Zombies, creepy guys, things jumping out at you, abandoned anything, moths, guts, the woods during the day, the woods at night, moths stressful situations. Normal stuff for an episode of the Walking Dead. The tradition started one night after a Linganore football game.
I have a lot of family members that live in Jersey so, my grandparents and I would take the three or four hour trip up to Egg Harbor. I always remembered going through the Fort McHenry tunnel. I when I was younger I thought that there were trains inside the tunnel. That’s obviously not true, but I remembered seeing these “trains” so vividly that I was convinced that they were real. One time when we went to their house it had snowed a lot. And he plows had piled up the snow really high. At the time it probably looked like a sky rise building. But, I didn’t remember snow clothes. Of course that didn’t stop my cousin and I. So my cousin, sister, and I are playing in ten foot piles of filthy snow at 9:00 PM. It’s pitch black, my pants at this point are soaked and my legs are about to freeze off. I vaguely remember someone getting hurt,