Personal Narrative: Tug's Daycare And Preschool

I headed into Tug’s Daycare and Preschool one bright sunny day with a smile on my face, I was very excited for the day ahead of me. I had brought my set-up fashion show building, which was mainly red and blue colored; you had to hook rods together and colorful tarps draped over them that said “Fashion Show” across them, and a whole bunch of spunky clothes to play with. Once I carried it into the schoolager’s room, schoolager’s is a Tug’s term for anyone above the age of five that goes to the daycare, with my set-up I had kids already ready to use it. All of the kids in the room helped set it up together and we got ready to have a fashion show.
Kennedy and Brooklyn Dusheck and I picked out outfits first. Once we had chosen the perfect outfit to walk down the runway in we would walk
out of the curtain with all of the kids eyes on us. There were a handful of kids waiting to see them and pick the best outfit. So one by one we filed out of the fashion show building and strutted our stuff, hands on your hips, sassy faces, and of course the runway strut, we may have been in a daycare fashion show but to us it was so much more than that. We walked back into the fashion show set-up and everyone was laughing at our outrageous but awesome outfits and we liked the attention and seeing everyone get riled up so we changed into new ones so we could walk down the runway again. This time I decided to go with a navy blue strapless scarf “dress.” I got my “dress” on and they got on their outfits and as they walked out I followed close behind.
So picture this, me, 7 or 8 year old Alana Wickering trying to strut down the runway in front of all my friends, teachers, and even my crush at the time, Jacob Adamski.
As im walking down the runway I do not realize my “dress” is starting to slip off slowly. When I suddenly start to feel a slight breeze I realize that my dress is falling off. I start to sprint to the bathroom, trying to hold my dress up and my eyes burning with tears of embarrassment. I just collapse on the bathroom floor and sit there in my messed up outfit and my wet tears. I am sobbing like a little baby and that is when Kennedy and Brooklyn come into the stall and ask me what happened. I told them how my “dress” fell off and how I thought my life was over.
They felt so bad for me and went into the fashion show set-up and got me some clothes. Brooklyn who is 3 or 4 years younger than both Kennedy and I grabs me her yellow oshkosh capris, expecting they are going to fit me. I made her go get me new clothes and I slowly put them on, taking my sweet time. When I walked out of the stall I went to the mirror and looked at myself, I tried to make the redness fade from my face and my eyes less puffy but I could not do
it.
So I awkwardly walked back into the room, my face stained with tears. This is when Jacob Adamski walks up to me. I was paralyzed with the fear that he was going to make fun of me for what had happened minutes before and I was so nervous I could barely breathe. All he ended up doing was asking me what was wrong and why I was crying. I just stared at him for a few moments wondering how he did not know what was going on. I was thinking in my head “did he not just see my clothes fall off in front of everyone?” Then I also thought “that is what my problem is right now,” but I never actually would have said that to him. All I ended up saying was “You didn't see that?” and he shook his head no and seemed very confused as to what I had asked him. After I had come to the realization that he hadn’t seen it all of the sudden I wasn't as embarrassed anymore. Matter of fact my life did not end like I thought it was going to and I was okay.