I begged my mom to let me go to an outside music festival last week.
I had never been to a music festival, plus I thought I was aged enough to go, but mom told me that the only way she would let me go to the music festival was if she or my dad went with me, but she didn’t guess a fifteen year aged girl should be alone in that giant a group of people.
I wasn’t cheerful, but I was going to get to go. I thought because of the crowd plus the bright lights, it would be much warmer at the festival, than it was. I had worn a thin t-shirt, even though mom told me I should wear a hoodie, or a sweater. They didn’t have any lighting in the back of the crowd, plus I kept inching closer to mom. There were bright lights up front, but I was cold. I was hoping there would be patio boilers to help keep me warm, however there was nothing. I was right next to mom when she put her arm around me plus asked if I was okay, and as much as I hated to confess it, I wasn’t having fun. I wanted to go to the car plus turn on the heater so I would finally be warm. My fine friend and I got into the car, plus I told mom I was scared because I knew no one, plus I was ecstatic she was there. I asked her to take me household so I could turn up the thermostat in my bedroom, plus get some heat. I was shivering, plus didn’t care if I ever went to another outdoor music festival.