The Great Adventure

Danielle Bastian

When I was younger, I was always getting into some kind of mischief! I loved to pretend I was some adventurer trying to save the world. I used to imagine I was the woman version of Indiana Jones. However, one afternoon, different from the others, my Indiana Jones adventures came more to life then ever before...

It all happened when I got my long licorice fingers stuck. I mean it was the whole enchilada type of stuck. Well my terrifying adventure took place when I was about seven, during the most stubborn years of my life. My mommy had just finished with the laundry and there was a whole load of lint waiting for me to capture and save the world…once again.

I quietly snuck over into enemy lines to collect the lint for my mission. Now something to say about this dryer is that this one was the kind were you would collect the lint from the front. Well anyway, as I finished up my life saving mission and after stuffing the lint deep down in my pockets, I spotted a clump of the gray, snow like lint deep down in one of the corners. As I quickly looked around I was pushing up my sleeve as far as it would go. I had to squirm around a bit to reach the lint. But "yes," I finally got my little fingers on it. However my little fingers weren’t tiny enough because when I went to pull my arm out it wouldn’t budge. I started to squirm frantically while pulling and tugging at the same time. But it didn’t budge.

Finally I couldn’t take it any more and let out a blood curdling plea for help. My mommy came running around the corner with terror on her face. She pulled and wiggled at my arm but still no progress. My arm started to turn purple. So my mom decided to call for reinforcements. She called 911.

From a distance I could here the approaching sirens, which sent a thrill to the situation. Once the firemen arrived they calmly came into the laundry room and looked me over. One of them finally asked, "What’s wrong little girl?" Now with me being so stubborn I gritted my teeth and in a deep voice I said, "I’M STUCK!" With a little chuckle they put a load of Vaseline on my arm and with a little tug they pulled it right out. Of course I still had the lint in my hand. I never did let go. After they looked my arm over they were on their way and I was too.