Before We Knew It
Rebekah, Age 13, Furlong, PA

We walked to the small restaurant on a pathway bathed in sunlight with the smell of sea salt in the air. Sweat dripped down my back as the hot Maine sun beat down on me, and I tried, with no avail, to swat away the plethora of bothersome mosquitoes cacophonously buzzing in my ear. The other tourists around us filled the expanse with their chattering and laughter, while street performers showed off their tricks to loud, upbeat music. Pleasant aroma drifting, brightly colored flowers all around us dripped from their hanging pots and peeked out from under dark layers of mulch. I watched a few energetic kids climb on statues and sculptures of all sorts when the grumble of my stomach snapped me back to reality. Salivary glands kicking in, I imagined the mac ní cheese that I was going to order. I could just taste the cheesy pasta, gooey, warm, and delicious, melting on my tongue.

I thought that my family members could not walk any slower as I urged them to hurry up their nonchalant pace. When at last we neared the crowded restaurant, the first thing I felt was the air conditioning, cool, refreshing, and wonderful, hit my body. I walked up the steps and looked around the small building in dismay Ė the place was packed! I could hear how morose the hostess was from her voice as she told us the possible waiting time that we would have, but I could also feel the hope that she had as she told us that she would come and find us as soon as enough tables opened up so that we could have a seat.

Radiating disappointment, we all trudged back down the stairs and slumped to the small alleyway next to the building. The shade would cool us off, but it was clear that none of us were up to waiting forty-five minutes for just a small bowl of bread.

However, we were soon able to find the good in the bad. The small alley was more of a narrow pathway. Paved with cobblestone and lined with rustic bricks and a bright, fire-engine red ledge, it was almost like an addition to the building adjacent to it. Meanwhile, my sister and cousin, Esther and Victoria, played with my auntís high-tech camera. Laughing, my aunt encouraged me to join in on their fun.

Posing for the camera, we soon forgot about how hungry we were and focused on the cool pictures we were taking. I was so happy and thankful for my familyís creativity and willingness to have fun as we danced around in that sunny little nook that we had found. In fact, none of us even noticed when a whole hour, fifteen minutes longer than we were supposed to wait, had passed by.

Before we knew it, our wait was over and a waitress came out to call us in. When we decided to look for the good in things instead of letting the bad things rain on our parade, I was rewarded with a day of fun with my family and a bunch of fun pictures to show off at home. There is no such thing as a bad day, only unfortunate events. You just have to be willing to look for the good.

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