In the summer of 2000, I was ten years old. I used to watch cartoons, and in special scenes, someone was bound and gagged. The hero or heronie must save the dismal in distress, and it was brilliant to watch. I used to watch those tied up scenes with fascination, sometimes hoping that it was me tied up not the character in the television show. I never really told anyone of my desire until one day, my friend Rick came over.
He had been allowed to stay at my house for an entire week. He came from Dallas, Texas, which was approximately a six hours drive to Houston, Texas. It was supposed to be a routine trip, but it would turn into the most interesting and impressive journey ever. At the time, My house was one story, with a kitchen, bathroom, dining room, two bedrooms, and a living room. My house was beautiful on the outside with two tall trees, and red bricks. In the morning of May 31st, 2000, I got a phone call from Rick. He was about to arrive in mere minutes, and he said that my days with him would be full of suprises. My heart immedietly started pounding, as I was excited about his arrival.
I waited for a while in my living room until I heard the doorbell rang. I got up, and opened the door. It was Rick. He was wearing a yellow Pokemon shirt, Blue Shorts, and a yellow wristband that he had received from Boy Scouts. I was wearing a white shirt, green shorts, and a wristband that depicted my middle school. I helped him put his stuff in my room. He would sleep in the bed next to mine. He had carried a single backpack and a bag. I always wondered what was in that bag, since he never let me open it.
I would never know what was in the bag until the Evening. After eating lunch at the dining room, which consisted of pork chops with mashed potatoes and brocoil. I absolutely dreaded eating brocoil, so I naturally fed them to my small dog underneath the table. Rick hardly ate, as he was full from a massive breakfast from his home.
After eating, we went to my room to play. We watched a couple of movies, then got bored. Fourtuntly for us, our favorite cartoon was coming on. We watched it, and then it happened. When it came to the scene where the main character from Ninja Turtles is tied up to a chair, and tickled on his feet, I suddenly said something to Rick that I never said before. I told him that it would be easy to escape from that predicament, and he laughed, and said that it would quite a thing to try at that moment.
I was bewildered at his statement, since I didn't know if he was serious or joking. When he mentioned that he wasn't joking, My heart pounded again. I accepted his challenge. He told me to put my hands behind my back, and get ready. It was at that moment that I had butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know what to expect from a ten year old kid, but knowing that he was a child, I knew that he wouldn't harm me in any way.
As he exited the room, I was impatient. I was so worried that he wouldn't carry out the plan. Then suddenly, I felt him grab my wrists, and pull them behind my back. I felt him take hold of my left wrist. Then, I felt a metallic click. I knew that he was going to handcuff me. Acting liking a dismal, I tried desperately not to let him cuff my other wrist. However, I was weaker then him, and he wrestled me to the floor, and he managed to cuff my right wrist behind my back.
He then wanted to parade me in the general public area. I begun to be worried because it would inadverntly reveal my passion to others, and I wasn't prepared to let that happen. However, despite my begging and pleading, he pulled me outside. My parents saw me, and simply said that I should be in handcuffs because I was mischevious in the past. I gaped my mouth in horror, as my parents did not want to release me. Rick took me to the local park beside my house in Downtown Houston, and people glared at us with an abnormal expression on their faces. The kids at the park pointed their fingers at me, and giggled as I was being paraded. Some adults thought that I was actually being arrested. I was mortified, and shocked, but Rick never let me go.
After a couple of hours at the park, he led me back to my house. As we entered the house, Rick uncuffed my trapped hands, and led me back to my bedroom. He said that he wanted to show me that sometimes, that you should be careful what you wish for. I guess I learned my lesson that day.