A sixth grade memory

   I have many memories of my first year in middle school, but there is one particular story that is by far the best. One Friday night, Anna Catherine, Ali and I went on a crazy adventure. Well, it was crazy when we were 12 years old. We were all at Anna Catherine's house. She lives by a park, and it was about 6pm when we decided we wanted to ride to the park. Anna Catherine went on the mini four-wheeler, and Ali and I tried our best to fit onto her scooter. We barley fit, but we made it work. 

   We all arrived at the park, and Ali and I decided to go check out the woods which was just a bad idea. It took us about 5 minutes to get lost, then we started panicking. Both of our phones were dead accept Anna Catherine's, and she was no where to be seen. We finally drove around so much that we found a road in her neighborhood, but we had no clue where we were because it was very far away from where we started. We started driving until we finally found the park, and there was Anna Catherine crying because she couldn't find us, on the phone with her mom. In the end, we all laugh about it today, but it was probably the scariest moment of my life.